Real World Poem: Life Through A Windshield

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 movies and 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 Bean-town to Shaky to Big D then Windy once again you roam

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

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

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

 

 

Back braces, Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and of course Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot freight just can’t wait

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

Life through a windshield is now a life you can’t ever really leave

(Humor/Poem) Behind The Wheel

Behind The Wheel

 

The first time I noticed them

I had just turned nine years old

Reflecting gold and silver in the night

Moonlight off all their chrome

 

 

I knew that night that some day

Yes someday, the cab of a truck

Would be the place I would lay my head

Thirty years this rolling thunder was my home

 

 

For wife and child I worked hard to give home and food

At home the wife made it living hell behind the walls

Having to live in a life where the wife always spat hate

Leaves a person with broken spirit, heart and Soul

 

 

If your mind is to survive and not live a life of grovel

Get your backside in the seat, close the door, open the throttle

Back into a life in which you can learn to deal with the hate

When you put your foot down on the power depend on the Jake

 

 

Now only D.O.T. and the red and blue lights to turn your mood sour

Always got a roof to keep you our head dry no matter the weather

As you get to see our great country  from the Gulf and water to water

Sometimes you even get to see our big beautiful Northern Sister

Four years away from her now, Lord how I miss her

 

 

You work yourself to the brink of death they take your CDL

Now in my front yard I have a big shiny T-2000 KW

Each morning I awake, with no X-Wife my nerves to grate

When no one is looking I kiss the shiny chrome of my Mistress

 

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 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, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H

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

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

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

(Humor/Poem) Behind The Wheel

Behind The Wheel

 

The first time I noticed them

I had just turned nine years old

Reflecting gold and silver in the night

Moonlight off all their chrome

 

 

I knew that night that some day

Yes someday, the cab of a truck

Would be the place I would lay my head

Thirty years this rolling thunder was my home

 

 

For wife and child I worked hard to give home and food

At home the wife made it living hell behind the walls

Having to live in a life where the wife always spat hate

Leaves a person with broken spirit, heart and Soul

 

 

If your mind is to survive and not live a life of grovel

Get your backside in the seat, close the door, open the throttle

Back into a life in which you can learn to deal with the hate

When you put your foot down on the power depend on the Jake

 

 

Now only D.O.T. and the red and blue lights to turn your mood sour

Always got a roof to keep you our head dry no matter the weather

As you get to see our great country  from the Gulf and water to water

Sometimes you even get to see our big beautiful Northern Sister

Four years away from her now, Lord how I miss her

 

 

You work yourself to the brink of death they take your CDL

Now in my front yard I have a big shiny T-2000 KW

Each morning I awake, with no X-Wife my nerves to grate

When no one is looking I kiss the shiny chrome of my Mistress

 

(Philosophy/Poem) My Quiet Night

My Quiet Night

 

Quiet out tonight, very few rigs a running

Cloud cover, no stars do I see a shining

Good night to drive, make some miles before light

Instead I’m parked here in a Petro just wasting time

No big hurry, plenty of time to kill wishing I was home

 

 

Thirty-two hours to get there, on a four hour run

Laying a round a truck stop, just wasting my time

Trying to pretend that I really have a life or home

Pull out pictures of the family, put them on the dash

It is these little things that help keep a truck driver sane

 

 

Not just a job, it totally consumes you, it is your way of life

Always be careful in the parking lots, don’t lose you life

Never know what’s lurking in the shadow of the rigs

Never let your bare feet touch this soiled and filthy ground

You never know upon what your toes may step and get stuck

Diesel, oil, and urine, three good reason’s to carry a handy light

 

 

Act dumb, don’t heed my words, you will soon see I’m right

Finally time now to lay down my head, to waste this quiet night

Just now you close your eyes and hope for peaceful dreams

On your right a reefer box backs in with its unit running wild

Now on my left a bull rack appears, stench to Heaven on high

All the bellowing noise mixed in with the cows back side perfume

D.O.T., hot Jewelry Salesmen or Lot Lizards someone always knocking

A quiet night, something only in your dreams, if you could ever get any sleep

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.Boston

Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load just 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