The click and buzz and newsroom hype,
And steam and hiss of coffee taps,
Breadwinners flirt with overtime,
And uniformed, earn their livelihoods.
Hunchbacked in the humid air,
In a backstreet alley with
the stench of festering trash.
Well-earned money dribbles in.
Emulsion scent and ladder creak,
Delicate dancing balancing act,
Flicking brush and patient mind,
Patient working for their cash.
Hot-burning bitter coffee smell,
Fridge chill hum and whitenoise bubble,
Coins from hand to hand jingle,
And jump in till for later use.
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A poem by Alex Burger
Original images by Matt Tam