When Am I Gonna Learn

February 12, 2013 at 9:22 am · Filed under kind of adult stuff, Poems, Some truth to it, the good old days ·Tagged 28 ounce Vaughn, construction, Cuervo, hammer, hangover, hardhat, hoser, measuring tape, saw, Skil, Stanley, swimsuit model, tavern

This one is dedicated to my little brother, Ken. We used to tease him when he’d show up at the tavern after work with his Stanley twenty-five-footer still hooked to his belt. Just about every guy that ever worked construction will relate to this poem. They’ll also know what the following are: Vaughan, Stanley, Skil, and hoser.

When Am I Gonna Learn

 

It’s hell to put a hardhat on

When you’re sportin’ a category five hangover

Feels too heavy and tight

But wobbly too, like it might fall off

 

When am I gonna learn

Sure, she was good lookin’, sorta

Hell, by midnight she was a ten!

Two A.M., an SI swimsuit model!

 

Chatted me up like we were soul mates

Drinking Cuervo shots on my tab

I make one last trip to the men’s room

Come back and she’s gone… hosed again

 

I bend over and grab a two-by-four

My head feels like it’s full a wet concrete

28 ounce Vaughans goin’ off behind me like cannons

Hook my Stanley, slap the square, zip the pencil

 

Same measurement, same movements

The Skil screaming like a broke-dick dog

Same ol’ same ol’, every night & every day

Maybe I need to try a new tavern

 

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

Sharing this on dVerse Poets Pub’s Open Link Night ~ Week 83 this afternoon.

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