driving rain

the tankers troll around the curbs
skulking the darkened streets of urb
some tankers park and work alone
then spray the sidewalks to the bone
the beer and bile are washed away
city cleansed for another day
true trollers drift without a pause
skirting curbs devoid of cars
tanks worked by teams for cleansing cause
washing all trace of claws and paws
the driver keeps it nice and slow
the jetter dances with the hose
water’s rhythm a droned refrain
the sidewalks glisten, smell of rain
yes yesternight was full of verve
many feet did weave and swerve
like clockwork every weekend thriving
this fleet of noble rain a-driving
knowing twinge of the city’s nerve
alight the darkened streets of urb
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