Little Trucker
Little Trucker
Little trucker in your little truck,
rolling down the road with a little luck.
Chicken fried steak, napkin on the floor.
Pulling your pants up as you exit the door.
Pull out of the truck stop, another load picked up.
Heading to Little Rock with a 100,000 Styrofoam cups
Lights at night, blur with the lines.
300 more miles according to the sign.
Glow of the panel keeps company with you.
Song of the wheels can make you feel blue.
Alone on the road, it looks the same.
telephone lines, occasional train
Pulling over, as required by law.
A few Z's caught, that’s about all.
Another load, another town,
another drink, another round.
Twenty years of roads come and gone.
One day, you tell yourself, you'll move on.
But you never did, you never will.
Worst thing for you little trucker,
is just standing still.
daniel- 5/2013
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