AN HONEST DAY'S WORK
Michael Estabrook
Dad earned his living by fixing cars.
But he could've been a truck driver instead.
I can see him high up in the cab of
a mighty orange tractor-trailer, his arm jutting out
of the window, sipping coffee endlessly from his
dented, old silver thermos, smoking Pall Malls, driving
hard all night, not sleeping
so as to make his delivery on time.
Yes, I can see him sitting there, sure as shooting,
clutching the wheel, bleary-eyed but smiling, proud
to be doing his job so well, proud
of doing an honest, damn day's work.
