Truckers' and Others Poems & Poetry

The dispatcher tells you to take a load 700 miles.
He or she says, it should only take you a little while.

Your truck speed is 65 mph. You drive hard for 11 hours.

When you are not there yet,
They want to know why your late.

If you use a magic pen on that book of lies.
They want to know, What is your demise.

Once you get there where the place is supposed to be.
You see a sign that says, "we close at Three.

You set your screaming memie to wake you up at eight.
Because of the time difference, your'e still late.

They scream, "where in the hell have you been.
It's nine o'clock. Your late again".

Copyright ©2005 Paul Withers