At a truck stop way out west
Lay five rigs pulled up for rest
Each sixteen tons of polished steel
With a man at every wheel
Then through the fog a sixth pulls in
Its big head-lights cut the dim
Air-breaks hiss as she steps down
Need no more then that to turn heads around
Stretching high she heads inside
The drive she’d done still in her mind
When the whispering starts she’ll just smile
She’s gotten used to it with every mile
She walks to take a window seat
Take a sip of coffee or a bit to eat
And through the fog she can see
Her big rig waiting patiently
She glances at the truckers there
Laughing at their wild stare
“What’s the matter with ye all?”
“Never seen a lady haul?”
Finishing her late night snack
She’ll head off down the beaten track
A bark is heard from her hound
Caus’ he too knows they’re homeward bound
As she climbs into her cab
She thinks about the life she’s had
Thanking God about this deal
Caus’ she’s only alive behind the wheel.
Copyright ©2004 Birgitta Kaikkonen
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