Work Reggae

It's been a long day,
work two jobs all hours,
it is what we do in America,
in twenty first century America.

Wearisome hours,
I stomp my feet, 
to a reggae beat,
to stay awake,
in twenty first century America.

The road is long,
the day is long gone,
my eyes are tired
of twenty first century America

The engine hums,
and the signs flash by,
a lonely truck passes me,
in twenty first century America.

I hit my head, 
and pound the dash,
I must get home,
in twenty first century America.

My dreams will be,
to a reggae beat and
tomorrow I'll start
all over again
in twenty first century America.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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