Truckies 'n' Trucks

When I see an eighteen wheeler
Rumbling through the street
My heart begins to flutter
There’s a little bit truckie in me.

“Traveler”

I am a traveler
vocation of choice
no hearth, no home
no greeting voice

I am a traveler
paid to move on
roadways, and highways
always on gone

I am a traveler
journeyed romance
on schedules and …

‘Montreal River Hill’

Competing with Algoma Central freight
Southbound on highway 17 fortune fate
Eighty thousand over eighteen wheeled
Prepared descent on Superior’s north steeled

Dro…

Living life in solitude
Always pointing away from home

So I’m up ya arse, its called tailgating

I travel from town to town,
My Big Rig is thundering along,
Not much to do right now,
Just watch the road ahead.

Toot my big horn as I pass some kids,
They wave back to me smiles wide,
I blink and the tow…

It’s 4am the alarm bell rings,
The nights sleep has ended.
Showered, breakfast over with, it’s off to the job at hand.
Drives 70ks to get to work,
No traffic at this hour,
Darkness still lerks…

Kicking open the door, he proclaims, ’ I’m back’ in a low whispering, humourous voice. The dirt and road dust falls talc like around the edges of his travel stained boots.

He stands…

Every day comes a new challenge,
My truck stands idle awaiting my entrance.
She roars into life, with turbos whistling,
Brute power launches my truck
Onto the road that never ends.

Pulling hard, engine …