A Very Handy Man

Tap tap-tap-tap tap-tap He hunts and pecks his words Each one seems a struggle Just to get the ink to the paper He does this incessantly From four in the morning until noon Everyday. What’s he writing in there? I see him leave every afternoon Always the same clothes and shoes Where is he going? He’s gone for hours And then suddenly he’s back. That bicycle full of sacks Some from True Value Others from Wally World And even some from a woman’s boutique What’s he doing in there? From 9:00 PM till midnight I hear voices and music playing But no one come or goes It appears to be just him. And then it settles down to the click clack Of an old typewriter and the silence of a lamb What’s he writing in there? What’s he doing in there? Someone needs to know He’s not a troublemaker But someone needs to know Someone needs to know Someone needs to know.