Instrument, I come to you 20 times a day
like a crazy monkey lover:
in and out, in and out, in and out.
The hissing of the compressed air announces
And you, you hardly ever break down
(except when you do)
(I forgive you.)
Oh how I love to polish the outside of your magnet.
Instrument, please come home with me tonight.
I’ll scrub off all the stains,
the compounds from the broken tubes.
I’m tired of being your part-time lover.
Let me carry you off
into the night on my pickup truck.
That postdoc from the other lab,
I know he smells
and doesn't shim you right.
This poem is an adaptation of Jim Daniels' "Factory Love." To him, I owe an apology.
To hear him read some pretty good poems, click here for his recent appearance on A Prairie Home Companion. (Honestly, I'm not really a big Garrison Keillor fan, nor a fan of modern poetry, but I did like his poems.)