Disturbed by the garbage truck

Note for future me: I'm writing all of this in mid-November because I feel bad about not writing a thing during my VA trip.

It's four
In the morning
And a loud bang!
Is it,
I wonder
In the building
Somebody shooting
And where do I go
And another one,
Oh no, that's the return fire
And another
And another,
Silence.
Can't be
The gunshots,
This ain't how
The gangsters work.
I'm up now, the sleep is dead
And then the whirring
Of the engine
And the groan
Of the old clanky machine
Ah yes
The good old
Noisy rusty clanky
Garbage truck
Waking up the fucking town
As it goes about
Picking up our trashbags
Everyday around.