My Job

My first paying job and my thoughts about it. Written during my second day of work.

So this is what it's like to work

in a little shop no one can see.

The perfect place to start the first job

for innocent little ol' me.

The hours fade like our clothes, 

very and unbearably slow.

How they can afford to pay my minimum wage,

God would only know.

The owners' are immigrant Hispanics,

the customers, American Blacks.

One warns me about the other stealing

and the other of the money that lacks.

Nothing seems to go on

despite all the racing cars.

Perhaps they are moving too fast

to look past my prison bars.

Stuck in a room with clothes

I would never wear

with colors and patterns so blinding,

it's almost more than I can bear.

Yet I like this job and its

momentary bliss

when I have the time to sit down

and write a poem like this.

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

Great job. Although, now I must ask... did you work at In and Out Burger? since you are from Cali?

[Dr. Wood ?]

great stuff, even at my age I can remember my first day at work and you painted a wonderful picture...What a culture shock it is to step out of the comfortable environment of school and your mates and into the adult world.....Good stuff!!! You have managed to cheer me up after wading through all of this dirge

[Patricia B. Hepler]

'..its momentary bliss..and write a poem like this'. I enjoyed reading this! pat