i heard my phone ring
a very familiar ring tone
why work on weekend
something must have
happened last night
with these thunderstorm
i hurried back home
put my bike in my car
and drove to work
i have my coveralls
tools and boots
thirty minutes flat
i'm with my boss
easy job if you know
i'm on standby just
in case a situation
arise i'm first line
of defense, or buffer
i'm thinking final four
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