by Connie Taylor

Created on: September 21, 2007   Last Updated: January 18, 2010

Truck driver's poetry

The road has many bends and hills... To stay awake I'm popping pills.

Watch for smokies, can't make no time... They think I'm committing a crime.

There must be a better job out there... Than driving all night and watching for bear.

At destinations, when I arrive... I began to come alive.

All wired up, can't sleep at all... A good night's sleep, I can't recall.

Now I'm home and winding down... She comes out in a evening gown.

She's been cooking a five course meal... I just got out from behind the wheel.

Get cleaned up, the road was steel... We fell asleep, before the meal.

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