Me 'Ole Factory Senses

Me ole'factory memory.

I can still remember the racetrack,

Now gone. The land turned into some excuse to raise tuition.

I can remember skipping school with my mother and going to the racetrack with her.

Watching her say hello to old drinking buddies. One of them called me Damien.

He's now gone.

I can remember the scent of hot dogs and cigarettes. Blending together and forming the bottom.

I hear the hooves pound the Earth.

I hear the men swearing.

C'mon you sonofabitch!

I hear my mother's voice louder than the men. She's spitting expletives better as well.

At least I'm not at school.