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A Short Trucker's Madrigal
Highways and motels, yet still miles to go
such is the life of a truck driving man
forever moving with no future plan.
In dawn's eastern blush, bright headlights still glow
shadows creep in, memories of Maryanne.
Highways and motels, yet still miles to go
such is the life of a truck driving man
Lights flashing ahead, traffic getting slow
poor bastard T-boned, trapped in his sedan
but Jaws of Life ain't enough for this man.
Highways and motels, yet still miles to go
such is the life of a truck driving man
forever moving with no future plan.
Copyright ©
D.W. Rodgers
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