Parked in the driveway, I turn
The engine off, and my sore back
Is a reminder that the money I earn
Comes from gutting it out on the road,
Rolling over long stretches of someone
Else's lands, on highways which learn
You like no textbook can...
But I'm just a a tumbleweed
A free spirit who can't set still,
And the long distance trucks are in
My blood, they take me where they will...
Freedom's foot on on gas pedal,
Riding twelve tons of diesel-powered metal...
(Photo by Geoff Hamilton)
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