Minding The Shop Poem by Gerard Heathcote

Why is the public referred to as Joe
I’ve often wondered why this is so
The term it means the common man
We get posh knobs who like cezanne
They pay their money so I don’t care
I bite my tongue so I don’t swear

They tell you the story of a life
Their time of trouble and of strife
Politely you listen and seem alert
You smile, impress and gently flirt
Most seem kind and pleasant to you
But hate them all if only they knew

But wait awhile I hesitate
You never know I may get a date
In public view I look my best
Standing straight I stick out my chest
All day long till fit to drop
Tied forever to this damn shop

On busy days I ignore the clock
When home time comes it’s quite a shock
On deader days I stand and stare
And watch the hands in despair
To pass the time I write a letter
Hoping words will make it better

Every day I dream and sigh
Watching life drifting by
I need to change something’s wrong
The life I’ve wanted for so long
A sun kissed island, sand and sea
Don’t wake me from this fantasy