Out of the Blue

Out of the Clean Room
The worker emerges
"Burned another day"
He says
He throws the latex gloves into the recycle bin
Replaceable" he thinks "
"Just like me"
Walking through the corridor, nerves begging for  
Nicotine and Caffeine
He forgets his bitterness and just focuses on getting
Out of the building
Where freedom is the blue smoke of a cigarette