Truckers’ Poems About Trucking

During the early gray hours.
When fog covers the land.
Bright white, yellow, and blue orbs,
travel north through the fog.

During the early gray hours.
When fog covers the land.
Red eye’s stare back at me through the windshield.

The red eye’s disappear into the fog.
Beckoning me to follow.

It is at this time that my mind,
takes the thought and runs with it.

Are the red eye’s mine?
Staring back at me through the glare?

Are the red eye’s some kind of evil that
cannot be described?

Are the red eye’s that of a spirit,
one that I cannot stop myself from following?

Could the red eye’s be that of a flatbeds
taillights that passed me a short time ago?


Fort Hall has some good coffee.
Think I’ll be stopping there soon!

Copyright ©2005 Makin’ time


I close my eyes at night and picture your sweet face, wishing you were here for me to embrace,

Sometimes late at night, I lay in our bed wondering what your thinking while you rest your head, wondering if your dreaming of me the same way i am dreaming of you,

Now I know it sounds silly, but I tell you its true, I count each day that goes by till I can see you,

When I am feeling lonely and need you near, I pick up the phone and call when you answer and I hear your your voice the loneliness seems to somehow disappear. Hearing you say how much you miss me and that you can’t wait to be home to love and hold me all your own.

You say you have two more stops and then your on your way, Driving that big orange rig across the states heading my way,

When you arrive, I’m not sure what to do six weeks is a long time to be away from you, so I’ll lay back and let it soak in….Yes.. my love is home again.

Copyright ©2005 Bridget Martinez


In a big rig
Going to Chicago
Passing little 4-wheelers
As we go on are way to Chicago
Spending time with my dad
Punch bug here punch bug there
On are way to Chicago
Passing Truck Stop 22 in Indiana
Where we stop to eat
On are way to Chicago
There’s a wreck
A big rig ran over a little 4-wheller
On are way to Chicago
Finally we’re in Chicago
Our mission is complete
Now back to Otsego, Michigan
Spending time with my hero
My dad
Truckin’ aa the way

Copyright ©2005 Corey Hentschel


When I saw her I was amazed
Big o wheel
18 to be exact
o what a feeling
I will never have that feeling again as in stepped into my first rig
to the day I day I will always remember that day and always thank my dad for it

Copyright ©2005 Corey Hentschel


Me and that old bulldog been traveling up-n-down these lonely highways together a mighty long time now. Counting mile sticks, marking time, just like best friends, you could say.

Why I remember the blizzard of oh-five, yes-sir-ee, I swear that bulldog pulled those two wagons through the snow, and ice, like a Siberian husky if you ask me.

Shoot, darn dog made me proud that cold winter night.


We watched the sun rise many times; traveled big cities, and small towns too! New York, Atlanta, Detroit, K.C., to name a few. Oh! That bulldog just kept running.

Seems like I spent more time with that old boy, than with my own family; although, I never planned it that way: so many mileposts have already passed us by.


Me and that chrome bulldog been traveling up-n-down these lonely highways together a mighty long time…

Copyright ©2005 KJ Santana


Anger, Sadness, and Fear
I am always alone
You are never here
Holding tight to the phone

If I am lucky you will get time to call
I know this is something you must do
Slowly the tears begin to fall
I ask myself , why must I love you

As a little girl my daddy would go
Eighteen wheels always calling his name
Sitting at the end of the driveway all alone
It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t to blame

Daddy was doing what he had to do
Sitting in that truck day in and day out
When I was small I had no clue
Now I know what it’s all about

Never would I be with a man that left
That was the promise I made
Now I can laugh at myself
And tho anger begins to fade

For a girl will marry a man like her dad
It was you I picked for that reason
Loving you will drive me mad
But I will stand by you season to season

There are eighteen wheels calling your name
And I know you’re not to blame
I will spend the rest of my life being happy and glad
Because I was lucky enough to find a man like my dad.

Copyright ©2005 Amanda B.


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