Gray shapeless sky, like A hot slab of Slate suspended overhead, radiating Heat. Radiating heat like A dull gray blast Furnace with a broken Valve and no way To turn it down. Sweat from my brow, To the handkerchief, to The hip pocket, my Dripping wet hip pocket. A working man cannot Stay out of the Heat as advised by The weatherman. Out of The heat doesn’t pay The rent, doesn’t put Groceries in the pantry, Doesn’t buy cold beer.
by Thomas Wigington