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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