The Rhythm of the Road...drive-by poetry

It wasn't your time it was much too soon
I'll never forget that day in June
Birds were singing and flowers in bloom
You were humming a delightful tune

Screeching, blaring, and a quick loud thud
Motor oil and glass mixed with warm blood
Smearing your beauty with a reddish thick mud
Drowning our dreams in a deep dark flood


The crash came quickly without a warning
Blood flowing freely was quite alarming
I held you as the angels came calling
From my eyes large tears were falling

I lost my love that fateful day
A drunken driver took her away
I asked God to make him pay
To burn his soul without delay

They said that time would heal my heart
But I've only grown sadder our time apart
In what I have written I wish to impart
Drinking then driving is not very smart

 

When I was a youngster,
I wanted to drive big trucks.
So I put in my application at JB Hunt.
I took all their test
and then I went to their school,
But then they would'nt hire me,
they said I's afool.
So I went down to Schnieder
and I put my app in,
Then before I knew it,
they were calling me "Friend".
They said we'll give you an orange truck,
If you, "drive 55",
Be safe and courteous
and stay alive!

My first co-driver
was a man of 62
He was slightly bald headed,
and he talked a whole lot, too.
I didn't mind his talkin much,
but sometimes late at night,
he'd put on a bright red dress
and turn on the dome light!

Well, we traveled across the country,
for I guess about a month.
Me in my big black Stetson,
He in his high heeled pumps.
Then we got to Frisco,
& he bailed out of the truck!
He said "He'd finally found a home"
And then he wished me luck!

Written in a drug induced haze in 1989? A lifetime ago.