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At Romanelii Grill
all the bartenders are women.
I drink a beer and go
to Michaelangelo's
where they are women, too,
only younger—
They comb their hair between draws.

When the summons comes
I am forced to see a lawyer.
I choose one with red hair
who says she'll be in my corner.
The law is not sexist.

But my wife and I understand
each other, I say.
Just tell me your side, she says,
then she sets a beer on her desk
and I remember everything.

Listen, I say, listen to this.

Robert Stewart

Working Class
Stephen F. Austin State University Press

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