Twenty five layers of grease have accumulated
It´s as stained as the way of life fake gold plated
Idle and smiling no sweat
five millimeters of ash hanging off the cigarette
Dirty brown hair tangled through with grey snakes mucky
Out in the pre-midday burn as happy as they were lucky
local snacks half emerging from oily paper bags
A sudden twitch of desire shakes a joke close to bragging
another burst of laughter as their customer´s truck appears
pulling in and pounding down a gear to make a repair
The ash falls and eyes raise up at the sound
The idle smiles curl back round
Zipping up soot soaked jump suits work I´m afraid
The end of the day is still a year a way
Back into the shadows of the workshop
Coffee pot down to the last dark drop
A sudden twitch of desire to get a joke in
but soon subsides as the customer shows him what´s broken
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