Life Through A Windsheild


Life through a Windshield

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Beantown to Shaky to Big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

Aspirin, Doans Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load can’t wait.

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave.

2 thoughts on “Life Through A Windsheild

    1. I am glad that you liked this poem. The poem is a true story, reality of living that lifestyle. Thank you folks very much for the kindness of the visits and for the reblog of this poem and for the reblog of the poem about ‘Saddam’. I appreciate you folks very much, I hope you are all having a great week.

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