- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Long Haul Driving
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Click hereDouble clutch, Shift the gears
Once again out on the road
Somewhere far from home
Hauling another heavy load
Double clutch, shifting gears
A weigh station just ahead
A toll booth just beyond
Brake lights ahead of me flashing red
Double clutch, shift the gears
Looking for a place to rest
Too many miles to go
As the sun sets in the west
Double clutch, shifting gears
I never seem to make a buck
No matter how far I drive
Only breaking even driving this here truck
Double clutch, shifting gears
But I wouldn't live any other way
It's jamming gears for me
Here I am and here I'll stay
Double clutching, shifting gears.
- COMMENTS
DormDadover 11 years agoI have seen many miles myself. The road calls to you, even when you have gotten away from it. The road is a surly and uncompromising mistress. Our wives left alone and we are out on the highways looking for another hill to top and another horizon to clear. I retired in 2006 in an effort to save what was left of my body. The road has taken everything else. My time, my life and now she calls again. I do understand. Roll on brother no matter if you roam the fields and roads of this planet or the gentle hills of heaven. Keep it between the ditches.
Anonymousover 19 years agoI liked the use of repetition: the "double clutch, shifting gears" lines. I love how it punctuates the rest of the poem in an automatic sort of way, much as I imagine it would for a truck driver who's shifting gears while he's driving--it becomes something you do without thinking much about it, but it's such a large part of your life behind the wheel. And the sentiments of the poem very much seem like something a truck driver would be thinking. This is the type of poem that only a truck driver could write. And if you weren't ever a truck driver then I'm even more impressed because you seem to have a real feel for that life.
Suggestions: The poem flows fairly smooth, but consider removing some of the smaller, unecessary words, like "a" and "the" and such. Sort of chop it down to basics. I think it would be stronger that way.
twelveooneover 19 years agoyou missed the part about kids giving you the "blow the horn" sign (I wonder if they still do that?).
Oh, yeah, and the dumb MFs (that know nothing about the laws of physics) cutting you off, as they live in their smug self important world, talkin' on cell phone...(oh, god, I'm on a roll, this is why I don't write "road" - you're a better man than me)
Poetry without pretensions!
this line is a little awkward:
"Only breaking even driving this here truck"
