Love doesn’t count the miles or the reasons, just the time apart!
Truck driver
tears both our eyes
another all-nighter’
rear view as she cries
on the road thinking of her
she’s alone and feeling hurt
my heart with her I leave
wondering why this job?
leaving her to grieve
this to her, all I got?
as tears make it hard to see
grinding gears not the way
nor love, another load a truck driver!
Blue hat got me
lights flashing
my mind only us see
speed limit dashing
he happens to be a smart-aleck
says, “can’t you drive?”
why this fellow
only delivering a load of pain
couldn’t he be nice
someone back at home
makes my heart speed
she’s my teardrop saint
her love is all I need
without, another load I can’t!
Late getting unloaded
waiting the sleeper
you and me a special photo
waiting and looking
as you’ll always be my only keeper
at times others knock
honey I could never be a cheater
nothing else this heart cooking
us in love, light or dark
taste of us the good stuff
I’d drive overweight
if your love haulin’
soon home your love the load, my kind of freight!
Poetry
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As a former driver of OTR, with over 55,000 hours logged, This poem touches a lot of old memories. Thanks for posting;c)
Thanks for your comment, truck driving is a time consuming job. Driving keeps you away from your love and also home.
I was very addicted to it my friend…still miss it so, but I broke my back in 07, haven’t driven since. Now of all things, I am a poet. Life it seems is not without a eccentric sense of humor.
Oh, I do have a question for you and no other format to ask it on…How do I upload a profile picture?
The photo that shows up when I make a comment or reply is from my g-mail profile, I never did it myself. Sorry, wish I could be of more help!