She’s working a midnight grind
Dressed in white by the dawn’s eerie light
She reaches my cobwebbed mind
She brews us up some coffee
And pulls the covers off me
Morning man, doesn’t take much to wake me
Just you shake your morning man
I’ve been dreaming of how you’ll wake me
Since this endless night began
I was listening to a collection of old songs and one familiar tune from 1980 struck me. I guess I was listening to the song with a pair of fresh ears, so to speak. That song is called “Morning Man” and was written by the multi-talented Rupert Holmes.
Companies may call the extra pay they give their employees “night differential” or some similar name. I think I will call that something extra “Morning Man Pay” or “Endless Night Pay” to remind us better of the trade-off that families make so that one of the spouses can take a graveyard shift in a call center.