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Terry Collett
Poems
Apr 2013
JUST A DRILLING JOB.
You entered the single
factory door
into a noisy
and busy shop floor
with a guy called Brian
who was older than you
and had a worn
and worried expression
a foreman came
and asked Brian to go with him
and set him to some job
over the way
then he came to you
and said
what’s your name?
Collins
you said
right Colin
he said
follow me
and you were puzzled
why he had called you Colin
as you followed him
down the aisle
between machines
and people
he introduced you
to a middle aged dame
with glasses
who was short
and dumpy
there was another dame there
who was thinner
and a bit younger
who smiled
the plump dame
showed you around
her department
and set you to work
on a drilling machine
where you worked
most of the morning
then you had to go
to the work office
where a dame sat
you gave her the job sheet
how long were you
on the job?
she asked
about 6 inches
you said
she looked at you
a hint of a smile
on her lips
how long?
she repeated
how long what?
you asked
how long in time
were you on the job?
she said slowly
you said
3 hours it says here
mmmm
she said
you’re new aren’t you?
no
you replied
I’ve been around
for 21 years or so
she gazed at you
with her dark eyes
her lips were about to speak
but she nodded
then shut
the slide window
leaving you staring
at the window glass
you walked back
through the aisle
towards the plump dame
and her department
ready for the next job
before lunch
hoping it wasn’t
another drilling operation
but assembly
or cranking
or any other job
than drilling
thinking of the dame
in the office
and something
more thrilling.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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