Nose Prints on The Window

You traveled every mile

For thirteen years

Trucking was all you knew

Companion always

In so many ways

Good listener

Dozens of little expressions

Added to the conversation

Unconditional lover

Quirky as hell

The big sigh and pout

Your food dish

Slightly out of position

New seat cover

Radio to loud

Circle three times before perching

Lousy guard dog

The wagging tail 

A give away

Nose prints on the window

Every mile after you passed

Were never quite the same

The Joint

Pot holed parking lot

Mostly pick ups

Big rigs at the back

Neon Bud Lite

Buzzing in the night

Through the squeaky front door

Low light from a wagon wheel
Hung on the smoke

Sawdust on the floor
Old wooden bar
Decorated with bottle rings
Crude carvings aged by decades
Two stools sat grizzled locals
Nursing beer and conversation
Been running freight lanes
For weeks at a time
But at the end of it all
The circle stops here
And the cherry lipped blonde
Singing sad country songs
On the tired wooden stage

Thirty Six

Running hard
Thirty six straight hours
Blizzards on Wyoming winds
Slowed me down

Salt Lake in the mirror
Thirty six straight hours
Running on adrenaline and desire
South on I 15

Las Vegas in the morning
Thirty six straight hours
Singing with all my heart
Willie, Waylon and the boys

Sliding through Mesquite
Thirty six straight hours
Hoping I don't hit
The wall of fatigue

As I crest Railway Pass
Thirty six straight hours
The Valley of Fire
Lays before me

Ls Vegas in the morning
Thirty six straight hours
Before I rest
Once again