Amigos Poem by Morgan Michaels

At the gym
three amigos
share a locker.
By the open door
they shoot the sh-t -
'Manana', one says
then 'something, something',
'mas tiempo'.
'Tomorrow', I translate,
handily, there will be
MORE weather-
and it makes sense.
As they leave
I pull off my socks:
one off to work-
trabajo=dinero;
another to see his kid-
'a la casa de mi hijo';
the third, simply 'libero'-
a pretty good way to be, I'd say,
a pretty good way to be.