He drives a big rig, he’s done it most of his life
His headlights on the highway cutting through
the night like a Bowie knife
He’s probably got a million miles
under his belt, he’s worn out a lot of tires
He’s ready to call it quits
It’s time he soon retire
His wheels, they keep on turning
He’s headed back to the woman
who keeps
his home fires burning
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 