Trucker Husband
Many miles away
you sit in a truckstop
filled with women.
~ And I worry!
They feed you steak
and smell like french perfume
they refill your cup.
~ And I worry!
You look down from your window
at their mini-skirted thighs
zooming along the interstate.
~ And I worry!
The phone rings
late at night
and you're away~ somewhere.
~ And I worry!
But you need not worry!
Cause when the last load is delivered
and your eighteen wheels roll toward home.
I'll be there waiting.
For the love of my Trucker Husband!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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