In the night air distance, I see an 18 wheeler parked along side the road. It's yellow decorative lights glowing so proud and bold. I bet that trucker is tired and is taking a nap, with his only friend along for the ride, a cb mic in his lap. I wonder if he's dreaming of being at home, instead of sitting above tires and brightly polished chrome. As we wakes and finds a stale cup of coffee from the previous day, engine running, smoke stack flowing as he reaches for his gears, and off on his way. As I watch him drive down the road thru what looks like a long night, I pray for his safety as he slowly fades from my sight. Cybergal
Great poem! After reading it, I could almost picture the rear trailer lights fading away down that dark road. What a sombersome sight.
very nice, cybergal! kinda puts it all into perspective. truckers sacrifice much to bring this country goods and services.
