Poetry IV

You are hired.

When can you start?

And he’s off.

Out the door and into the light after his first punch in.

He is now turning the corner and he is in his place.

Meeting all of his wonderful new co-workers.

Some are young and some are old.

Some are boys and some are girls.

Some are women and some are men.

Some are underlings and some are managers.

There are customers.

We’ve got business.

Unending business.

He is off to the dock to get more product.

The product is out of the door and into the cars.

People are always buying.

The employees are always smiling.

I am making new friends with my co-workers.

What’s this?

Adoration?

Huh, and the forklift is zooming down the road.

The pretty girl is talking to me.

The pretty girl went to the same middle school as me.

The pretty girl was born the year I went to Beveridge middle school.

The fork lift is back zooming down the road with more product.

The customers keep coming.

Sadly it is time to clock out.

You are hired.

You start next week.

I am speeding through a blizzard to get to work on time.

There was some snow and ice on my windows and some snow I had to shovel out of the street to start but I made it to punch in.

Was I late?

I think so.

I am off to the jets.

I am inside of a cargo jet.

I am marshalling tugs. 

I am marshalling planes.

The people seem to like me.

I am now a permanent employee.

You are hired.

This is where you work.

This is who you work with.

“I am the manager.”

I was once a manager but I left that job.

I ran out the door when no one was looking.

Now I am here and this is a mighty big place.

Would you like another job?

Let me think about it?

Yes.

I can start next month.

And he is off.

Here we have a promotion for you.

We would like you to play the lead.

Ok.

We have a promotion for you.

We would like you to play the lead.

Ok.

Hello.

It has been an honour to work here but I no longer have time in my schedule.

I am going to have to leave.