My Work Place

The winter sunshine
Warms very few
An icy breeze
Takes care of that

Sitting atop a tank
Getting paid 20 bucks an hour
Watching the world
Moving in Silence

Across the water
Sits relics of war
Waiting to be recalled
Relive past glories

More ships than most navys
Sitting in Suisun Bay
Once they were majestic
Now just scrap metal

Big trucks belching smog
Speeding along 680
Too far away to be heard
The peace is almost serene

White lines across the sky
Birds coming to look
Just starting to daydream
When the lunch whistle blew
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