Ernesto wakes at the crack of dawn
Earlier then the morning birds that chirp do
He gets in his truck, packs a lip of tobacco and heads to work
Prepared to break his back for hours on end cleaning
Cleaning the ladies and men's restroom, classrooms, hallways
Lugging pounds of garbage across the school to the dumpster
Ernesto makes his way to his office closing the door behind him
Greasy, sweaty and exhausted.
He takes his work shirt off and slicks his black silky hair back and makes his way out
The warm summer air hits his chest and face
noticing the beautiful landscaping that was done while he's limping to his car

Ernesto gets in his car and packs another lip
turns his car on and drives through traffic at his ease
slowly crusing as he merges onto I-94
Sitting back, relaxed with his arm out the window as always
His trucker tan grows in the late afternoon sun
Vibing to the music as he pulls into home
He parks and awaits the last meaningful lyric
sighs in agony, turns the car off spits out his tobacco and walks up his stairs.

Step after step, exhausted after the everyday work day
Ernesto smells the aroma of roasted garlic and seasonings lingering through the halls
Phatigue, but Ernesto made it to the top of the flights of stairs
As he approaches the door, he hears the lovely cords of the maestro
He slicks his greasy hair back once more and hums the toon before he lets his deep voice out
Singing as the door opens, the woman finishes the lyrics