Blue Moon Shoveler

And the construction worked stopped between shovelfuls of concrete and debris to wipe the dust off of his brow as the night pressed on like a westbound train to a far away coast. The confetti of glass, rock, and metal on his shoulders and forearms shone in the moonlit glow like blue-collar rhinestones. 
This kind of urban dry rub is actually tiny cuts that won't be felt until a wash cloth rubs the particles away with bits of skin still attached.
Taking a moment to breathe he lit up a cigarette. He looked up to the sky as if to see a mystic answer etched in stars that would never come. It was then that he saw the blue moon rising.

"Haven't seen a moon like that in some time"
He snorted out a black glob of sooty snot, shrugged, and continued to shovel some more.
A few shovel loads in he thought to himself,
"Someday, I won't have to shovel past midnight.
Someday, but I guess not today"