after the late shift
the swipe outs, the peace outs,
returning the fake good-byes
and the fuck yous
time to resurface and slide north
when I'm here, I'm professional guy
the easy-going, mild mannered,
never-has-problems-with employee
with a slew of CT scan calls, lab observations,
training rookies and listening to
the X-ray techs bitch and moan
I'm laid back and reserved
but it's like once I leave that piece,
I get the sense of some sort of rebellion,
like Clark Kent jumping in the phone booth
about to save lives on the other side of the city
as a totally different person
yeah, I get my rebel on
but the atmosphere is so refreshed
and serene, and built for my presence
those same folks never saw that side
the: beer vendor, wine tasting attendee
(who would've thought)
the intermediate bowler, the writer,
the garment retailer, the actor working
for that lil piece of change,
clothing and shoe donator for the homeless,
movie critic
and lover.
And when it's time to put away that cape by day,
Clark Kent returns back to his domain
as one or two watches from the sidelines
and wonders......
how I manage to keep an impeccable balance
in the circle of all this hot air....
....yeah, whatchu REALLY know 'bout me?
Yeah, but I'm feelin' this though. You expressed yourself well here and I enjoyed it. Mr. Clarke Kent. And yes, Clarke could get it. He could even keep those sexy ass glasses on. LMAO!