Hey It's The Gas Man Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The gas delivery man can, if required, carry two propane tanks of gas at the same time - one over his shoulder and the other held to his chest but usually only one is necessary

He winds the day around his fingers
He fills his pick-up truck with the full propane tanks
And collects back the empty tanks
He records all the day's addresses with shaky handwriting in a ledger

He fills his pick-up truck with purpose
These duties lend credence to his life
Justification for not much more than a mind that breathes in air

And discharges the world in yellow and blue uniforms
Waiting for dispatch to shoot him the address of those who call in
Ran out of propane, need to cook dinner