the electric man

the electrician
arrives
with a pony
tail and earring
dangling
in one ear.
a dead head
sticker on his
van. a lightning
bolt tattooed
on his hand.
he's mellow now
in his sixties.
cool and easy
as he goes about
the wires,
humming to himself
a song
he's known
since 1968.
it doesn't take
him long to get
you up and running
again.
he high fives you,
gives
you a brotherly
handshake. and when
you ask him how
much for his services,
he smiles
and shakes his
head, I don't know
man. you tell me.
what's good for
you?