John Grey | The Work

The Work


The old men try to convince you
they can do the job. In the truck-stop
over sloppy eggs. At the back of
the garage breathing fumes.

They've got the hands, they say.
And the heads. And voice enough
to teach these kids a thing or two.
Why pay a doctor? They could

even diagnose themselves. In fact,
they do. They can go back and time
when everything was better and
do any job you can name.

They sit on the bench outside the
hardware store and do just that.
One has that wood stove working in
no time. Another whittles an

Indian head from pine. A third
sticks his head down
in the engine of his old 55 Buick
Roadmaster. He's never seen again.


—John Grey

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