Poem: The Brown Hat
Toast and cuppa
Shower with scrubber
Then load the tools
at some ungodly hour
Look up the day’s site
Got time for another bite?
And then I don the Brown Hat.
6:30am
On the Road by then
At least the traffic
Is somewhat bearable
Stop by the servo
Hot Coffee, bravo
That’s life in today’s Brown Hat
Briefing time
Foreman’s lines
On timeframes,
And incidents
Set out the workplan
Try avoid the Boss man
For it is I who wears the Brown Hat.
Sun bears down
Bakes the ground
The Humidity
Is 75 Percent
Ground is hard
FUCK! Get the bar
Sweat drips off the brim of my Brown Hat
Need a break
And gotta hydrate
But boss complains
about his deadlines
He hasn’t a clue
He’s in for a blue
For that bastard wears the Black Hat
Tools go down
Upon Picket Line
Assembled neath
The closest tree
Boss gets the message
Shouts us electrolytes
As I wave my face with my Brown Hat
8 hours done
By 3pm
On days like this
You can’t do much more
Race home again
Shower, then under the fan
And I take off my Brown Hat.
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