Hot Dog Cart

The vendor works on late into the night
As dressed-up others wend their merry ways;
He has to sell enough to meet his costs,
Then feed his family. On and on for days

And nights untold, he sets his little stall:
The powered sign, the bright eye-catching lights –
These serve to bring onlookers closer in,
Yet there have been but few of them, these nights —

The food he buys and cooks on early morns,
The stall that every day he’ll clean and spruce,
The warehouse that he stores it in at night,
The wheel there on the right that’s coming loose –

These are his life, his hours here in this place;
A large-sized man for such a little space

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