Hay Seeds

It’s noisy in here The engines don’t shut down till midnight That’s when the sweating begins The deep human subsystem checks in for the morning Orange lights permeate the dust that rains down And people move like ghosts in the fray No one talks they just move in slow motion Like a bad Tarantino film It’s shift change in the data mines The operation folks wait for the elevator up from hell Chet Baker streams out bits and bytes of the blues from his trumpet While the next shift downs their power drinks and coffee. Drones and ants. Moving from server to server to application to application When does it end? Where did it begin? Taking it off boss Need a drink of water boss Yeah get some water there boy Internets down. Corporate is screaming they can’t get their dose of unimportant email. Get a ladder and prop up the Exchange server. AC is down in the data center. Call Buildings and Grounds they’ll know what to do. Google it Bob. Google it now. There’s water on the floor The whole damn town is about to blow Where’s the Calvary? At the Alamo?