IM GOING DOWN grapevine HILL THE AIRS UP AND THE SOUND OF THE JAKE HOLDING MY RIG BACK ROARING IN MY EARS
I.M MAKING GOOD TIME TO SEATLE I KNOW THERE A GOOD MEAL AT THE t/a , BUT SOMETHINGS WRONG I CANT
FEEL MY LEFT SIDE , AND THEN I WAKE WITH TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE HOT ON THE SIDE I CAN STILL FEEL IN IT WAS JUST A DREAM
MEMORIES RUN THROUGH MY MIND AS I LAY WEEPING REMEMBERING MY DAYS OF RUNNING IN THE WIND
AS A PRISONER OF THAT LONG LONESOME HIGHWAY DRIVEN BY THE RESLESNESS DOWN DEEP IN MY SOLE
RUNNING FROM SUNSET TO SUNRISE ONLY LATE NIGHT RADIO FOR COMPANY
HEART LONGING FOR THE WOMAN SLEEPING ALONE AT HOME
MY HEART IS BRAKING IN LONGING FOR THE FEEL OF THAT OLD KENWORTH COE UNDER ME
FEELING THE VIBRATIONS OF THAT ENDLESS ROAD AND WANTING TO HEAR THE SONG OF THAT CUMMINS
HUMMING AWAY AND THE SOUND OF THE JAKE AS I COME DOWN THE GRAPEVINE
BUT I KNOW I WILL NEVER AGAIN FEEL THE FREEDOM OF THE ROAD
10=4 GRIZLY/JIM
the story behind this poem is simple i drove a rig foe 18 years and i had a mild stroke behind the wheel i was back in the cab in 6 months and ran for 3 more years
i woke one morning to find that i was going blind the docs told me it was wet macular degeneration and that it would destroy my retinas over a few years i since have gone blind in my right eye
my b/p is under contol and while there is damage to the left eye i am now only leagly blind .not that i could get a waiver for my cdl in 99 i had a majer stoke and was in a coma for 3 weeks
