Two and a half hours overtime
that gets counted up in six minute
increments.  Night shift
begrudgingly lined up, waiting
their turn.  Stop the line
and out, the half-hearted rush
to the lockers because we’re so tired.
Change out of the scrape and
sand jeans, my work goggles,
my bump cap, everything has
a place, and hit the door.
The outside heat smacking me
in the face, reminding
that it could be worse as
I head out into a day
already in progress.