A Blue Life
Summer’s sun simmers skin
A working man’s resolve within
To each other, they crack a grin
Some fucked up shit, about to begin
Concrete cracked creating chaos
“It’s gonna be a long hard day boss”
Digging, smashing chunks they toss
Thinking of all the progress lost
Working whether weather waits
What to do, the boss debates
The engineer, he can’t relate
Just more problems to create
Boisterous boasts brought by beer
Outside the motel, you lend an ear
Stories of wonder, they tell so clear
And maybe some from just last year
Sleepy stupor slowly stumbles
Into bed, working men fumble
Snoring loud, through dreams they tumble
They’ve earned their sleep today
