Coco
Seasoned Expediter
The Reality of It All
She showers, does her makeup and fixes her hair
Then flips through her closet for something to wear
Pantyhose, jewelry, and heels that match her purse
If she doesn’t coordinate, nothing could be worse
Her day is like clockwork every weekday morning
My Qualcom beeps any day, anytime without warning
I grab some jeans and choose one of ten tops
Just two pairs of shoes so I drive in my socks
I always wear lipstick and sport a messy do
Simple gold earrings, nothing fancy or new
*******
She rushes to Starbucks then work, same routine
And sits in her cubicle by Jane the cigarette fiend
She answers the phone all the while she’s typing
Abandons the keyboard, grabs a pen and starts writing
Hers is the same day in and day out
Mine will be different without a doubt
I arrive at the shipper different day different scene
No bosses or coworkers who sometimes are mean
My freight is loaded and I make my dispatch call
No ringing phones, just my radio… that’s all
*******
She lunches at the café, sometimes with the boss
She gets the tab cause today he is cross
By two she has a headache and is feeling the stress
A comp day would be nice so she can get some rest
Her upscale life has its’ ups and downs
Mine can be simple when I know no one in town
I have lunch on the GW, I’ve sat for two hours
A truck is home but it’s no ivory tower
My back is aching and my feet starting to swell
This jam will last to rush hour I can tell
*******
My job isn’t glamorous, I’m not part of a clique
No office parties, with small talk and drinking till I’m sick
Her life is all that but maybe not what it’s cracked up to be
Do I want to be her? Would she want to be me?
She showers, does her makeup and fixes her hair
Then flips through her closet for something to wear
Pantyhose, jewelry, and heels that match her purse
If she doesn’t coordinate, nothing could be worse
Her day is like clockwork every weekday morning
My Qualcom beeps any day, anytime without warning
I grab some jeans and choose one of ten tops
Just two pairs of shoes so I drive in my socks
I always wear lipstick and sport a messy do
Simple gold earrings, nothing fancy or new
*******
She rushes to Starbucks then work, same routine
And sits in her cubicle by Jane the cigarette fiend
She answers the phone all the while she’s typing
Abandons the keyboard, grabs a pen and starts writing
Hers is the same day in and day out
Mine will be different without a doubt
I arrive at the shipper different day different scene
No bosses or coworkers who sometimes are mean
My freight is loaded and I make my dispatch call
No ringing phones, just my radio… that’s all
*******
She lunches at the café, sometimes with the boss
She gets the tab cause today he is cross
By two she has a headache and is feeling the stress
A comp day would be nice so she can get some rest
Her upscale life has its’ ups and downs
Mine can be simple when I know no one in town
I have lunch on the GW, I’ve sat for two hours
A truck is home but it’s no ivory tower
My back is aching and my feet starting to swell
This jam will last to rush hour I can tell
*******
My job isn’t glamorous, I’m not part of a clique
No office parties, with small talk and drinking till I’m sick
Her life is all that but maybe not what it’s cracked up to be
Do I want to be her? Would she want to be me?
