Truckin'
He smiles
looking at the
wobbling hula girl on the dash.
But his hands
cling to the wheel.
Good buddy good buddy
comes through his lips.
The growth on his face
makes his character clear.
And the road is narrow,
but his hands are firm.
He smiles, alone in the cab.
And the road lined with rocks
and chasms is narrow.
It darkens,
but only a few miles remain.
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