“Steel Factory”
In an empty room,
All by myself
Keying technical data
Into a computer
Freezing from the lack of heat
Outside my door,
Machines are buzzing and hissing
Forklifts passing by
Not my ideal place
And I wonder if I should call you
But I’m afraid of what you’ll say
Instead I’ll write a music review
To pass the time
And wait for the rain to stop
The hours pass slowly.
The Beat Patrol 