Put out to pasture
resting here, alone
feeling the grass growing up around me
the quiet unnerving
small animals move about
making their home in me
and I cry
I miss the feel of the road beneath my tires
I miss the song they sing
the music they make
as they play the highway
white lines flowing past quickly
guard rails my boundary
landscapes and cityscapes
my movies of life
I miss the battles of fighting traffic
struggling against time
deadlines and timelines
log books and rule books
I miss the truck stops
and the variations of life there
the good and the bad
rest stops and pull offs
weigh stations and toll booths
all played a part
all I miss
the sound of the cb blaring out loud
cussing and fussing
jokes that you wouldn't share
all there
out on the highway I miss
storms pounding; thunder and rain
washing away road grime
snow and ice falling fast
slipping, moving to find safety
parked while the worst passes
keeping my thousands of pounds off the highway
away from the traffic
away from those, that do not comprehend the danger
windshield wipers moving
keeping time
as the big engine idles
rumbling, keeping the cab warm
the driver safe
smokestacks clapping to the sounds
music only one with the road understands
yet in this field
I sit
waiting the passing of time
rusting here
missing there
wishing
for one more time
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