A Poem Inspired by
"Evening Watch"
The alarm clock blares
He awakes from deep sleep
A fading orange glow
Is what his eyes first meet
He climbs from bed
Dragging his feet
The night shift awaits
He’s got a job to keep
A long, hard drive
In his little red jeep
(It’s more of a truck
And he got it dirt cheap)
He checks in on time
And begins his first sweep
At smell of fresh coffee
His heart skips a beat
He scales in and out
With nary a peep
But without that cuppa joe
He’d probably weep
The place is dark
All the spiders a’creep
The radio blares
A sweet 60s beat
12 hours later
It’s time to retreat
He survived another night
And now he may sleep
If you need some money
And your debt is real deep
Beware of the night shift
The price is too steep
A Poem Inspired by “Evening Watch”
