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




Beck and Call

He loves hanging with his boys playing down at the billiard hall,

but when he hears her ringtone, He’s quick to answer the call

His buddies they all laugh sometimes,They tell him that he’s whipped

but every night he goes home to her waiting arms

and the sweet taste of cherry on her lips

and to him there’s nothing more relaxing

Than the soft touch of her fingertips

By: J.N.R Dutton



Raging Tides of Sinking Sand

He’s wrapped tight

in the life jacket of her Love

It fits snug, so perfect like a glove

To him it feels just like a hug

He knows that without her 

To grab him by the hand

He would be fighting alone

Against raging tides

of sinking sand

They’re in it together,

from beginning to end

Husband & wife,

Partners, truly best friends

By: J.N.R Dutton

New Poem

Each Friday evening, he puts on his silver cowboy tie

with a button down dress shirt & his jet black Levi’s

Then he puts on his Stetson hat & polishes his boots until they shine

His wife is known for saying that he cleans up real fine

There is a reason why he dresses to the nines

He takes his wife out dancing, they stay there til closing time

It’s their weekly tradition, to reconnect & unwind

By: J.N.R Dutton








Love Story

People in their town always claimed

he came from the wrong side of the tracks,

and that they would surely never last

but she just knew she Loved him & he Loved her back

and they both had faith they could build a life on that

Despite those that thought their Love would go wrong

It’s 40 years on, and they’re still going strong

By: J.N.R Dutton