Grandpa and grandma formed a senior gang.
They dressed to kill with matching shirts that hang.
Logo; Old As Hell Angels.
Three heavenly archangels,
Pit stop had to make, "A Semi," they sang.
Categories:
truck driver, angel,
Form: Limerick
Video poker at the bar
a soothing respite
from Sophomore essays
far from the maddening voices we're
struggling to find
Game's on and--
I miss my dyslexic friend
What do heavy equipment operators
and English teachers
have in common?
football--mostly
how arrogant to assume
after 28 years of Jr. High technology
and remedial reading
I could step into high school English
How much D would appreciate
the ambiguity of Hamlet
or the religious satire
of "The Lottery?"
The stool next to me speaks
"So, where you headed"
"I live here."
"Really? What do you do?"
"I teach."
"No..."
"Yea.. High School English."
"No ! I thought you was one of us dirty old truck drivers!"
"Well... (what am I supposed to say)
...thanks!" (it's nice to fit somewhere)
Categories:
truck driver, humor, identity, teacher,
Form: Free verse
very polite man
always a smile on his face
never gives a hard time
Categories:
truck driver, life,
Form: Haiku
Truck driver
I heard crackling under the floorboard
could it be my cottage is falling into a deep
the underground lake where fishes are blind
since they never see daylight.
A lake that has pure crystal water and is free
of sharks and crocodiles.
You are right I have been watching a program
about truck drivers in Alaska who risk their lives driving over a frozen winter lake.
Real heroes who win no medals driving supply
to obscure places dicing with death every day,
their destination is a little pay packet to keep
their families fed.
The crackling has stopped I have to tread lightly
and not eat a full English breakfast.
Categories:
truck driver, confidence, corruption, courage, creation,
Form: Blank verse
I am a truck driver,
A profession by choice.
Behind the wheel,
That's my voice.
Left the factory,
Not hidden by walls.
Run my loads wherever they call.
Dispatchers think,
We are some kind of superman,
When in reality,
We just do what we can.
We're looked down on,
Called all kinds of names.
Not recognized as humans,
Like on some deserted plain.
We have a heart,
We have a soul.
Not all are angry,
Not all are cruel.
We are tagged as killers,
By some attorneys at law,
They just want money,
They don't care at all.
No teachings in class,
No information supplied,
To what these rigs can do,
If one of us and a car collide.
I'm here to tell you,
I have a heart a mile wide,
I care about people,
My feelings I don't hide.
Treat me with shame,
Treat me like I am lower than you,
Just remember,You have to answer to God to.
Categories:
truck driver, career, humanity, hurt, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
He drives along the countryside ,
speeding the hearts of all the woman.
Delivering his sumptuous smile ,
the enigma of his personality.
Deep blue eyes are purest in the world ,
A white man's love to die for !
I have bathed in oriental monsoon,
tasted the Indian wine
, but nothing as compared to his passion.
The gear of my heart is in his hands ,
My blood runs through the engine ,
He drives me to his heart's harbour,
For he is my sexy TRUCK DRIVER.
Categories:
truck driver, dedication,
Form: Free verse
The Truck Driver
By Elton Camp
Bruce had a job he wasn’t wild about.
He drove a big truck on a regular route.
Then on one fine summer day,
He stopped at a café on the way.
Bruce was sitting at the bar on a stool
Minding his business as was his rule.
On a cup of strong coffee he did sip.
So he’d stay alert for the long trip.
From the parking lot came a roar.
The sound the waitress did abhor.
“It’s that horrible motorcycle gang.
As always, I’m in for a harangue.”
Into the room they stalked with a smirk.
Each one appeared to be a dirty jerk.
Their cursing and sneering was a disgrace.
Each had a scraggly beard covering his face.
“Hello, baby, you cute little miss.
This time, how about a big kiss?”
Bruce looked the thug in the eye.
“A little courtesy you should try.”
The thug threw the coffee in his face.
“A little man like you is a disgrace.”
Bruce just calmly wiped the coffee away.
He went out the door with nothing to say.
To the waitress he spit, “Not much of a man, is he?
With that, even a **** like you will have to agree.”
“He’s not a very good driver I’d have to say.
He just crushed ten motorcycles on his way.”
Categories:
truck driver, funny
Form: Rhyme