Truckers' and Others Poems & Poetry

My mind reminisced as Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell crooned on the radio; the soothing sound of
falling raindrops, steady rhythm of windshield wiper blades, and oncoming headlights took their hypnotic hold on me.

I was back on that ornate cast iron and wood bench, outside the hotel lobby, waiting for the lime-green taxi to give me a lift to the terminal; gusts of wind filled a cloudy sky as the pine trees appeared to wave adieu to an old friend.

Memories recalled the first time I set foot in the Hampton Inn on Front and Cambridge St., faces of people I met along the way, crossing the Chouteau
Bridge at dawn, and the radiance of a blushing skyline on the Missouri river.

Those thoughts lingered with me as I steered my rig through a long rainy night, I didn’t know when I would return; yet, there would always be a place in
my heart for that wonderful old cattle town.

© 2006 KJ Santana