I hope that bench warm enough for you sir

I’ve been keeping it so

I like reading as i light a heater on these seats

Catch them while their hot

as I stand and man my station

There is no job too small or too great

I am human hopelessness,

devoid of dreams

I like to read atop well crafted lumber

and find meaning of my being here

Warming these seats

Maybe I make them easier to sit on

what if thats my purpose

To make your dreams easier to sit through

I like to read

Magazine, newspapers you name it

Whatever keeps me here longer, useful

I like to read

Because i see my self in these books

and inside I ain’t sitting down

I’m about as jumpy as you

And I see my self running and I’m fast

Like real fast

I see these seats

and no one’s sitting on em

You know?

We’re all running

real fast