Tire Shop Gal Poem by Bill Grace

Tire Shop Gal



She enjoys her work.

You can tell by the way:
She moves her arms
Smiles at coworkers
Has you park
Runs old tires to the recycle bin
The kid in command.

I don't know about
Women in combat.
This tire shop gal
Holds her own I'm sure.
The difference from the guys
Here - is only in the plumbing
and that she does not jiggle
When she runs.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Woman observed working in the shop section of 'Discount Tire' Saturday.
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