The body man is in a job <br /> That he's been in for years. <br />He gets it done, as they all do, <br /> With muscle, sweat.... and beers. <br /> <br />Well, first he checks the damage done, <br /> And tallies up the count; <br />Then writes it down and shows us how <br /> It dents our bank account. <br /> <br />The craftsman, the mechanic, <br /> And the artist do their thing. <br />The painter sprays and touches up <br /> The job with coloring. <br /> <br />Each one will set his private pride <br /> On everything he does. <br />In answer to my question, 'Why? ' <br /> He shrugs, ' Well, just because.' <br /> <br />But, what he will return to us, <br /> From several days in shop, <br />Puts us on the road again, <br /> Feeling back on top. <br /> <br />We thank them for artistic work.... <br /> They are a special breed.... <br />For they can do some magic things, <br /> In answer to our need. <br /> <br />Yes, they endure the hassles.... <br /> Braving sweat.... and toil.... and heat, <br />So cars that we might drive again <br /> Will look so ever sweet! <br /> <br /> <br />(Written while I observed and appreciated work done at an auto body shop on multiple cars in August 1982 in McLean, Virginia while I waited for work to be completed on my car due to a minor fender bender.)<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/body-man-a-special-breed/
