the piano has been drinking

So I'm out in my garage today working on the boat. Sanding, painting, mounting a spacer for the cheek block, drilling out of couple of holes for oak dowels. And my mind wanders. I start looking at my tools. They are old and worn out, coated in saw dust, smeared with hardened epoxy. And then I noticed.....

The hammer has gotten hammered

my saw, she lost her front teeth in a fight

all of the pliers have lost their grip

and the clamps are wound way too tight

The level is not on the level

the right angle says everyone is wrong

the countersink is against everything

and the speed drill takes too long

The flashlight admits he's not too bright

while the magnet clings to everything

the yardstick doesn't measure up

and the plane, she can't find her wings

So the brushes bristle in anger

as the jig saw refuses to dance

yet the old random orbit sander

swears he will always take a chance.

Maybe I need better ventilation in the garage.

steve

ps - apologies to Tom Waits, Dan Hicks and each and every one of the Hot Licks