Night Companions

Night Companions

A Poem by Mark
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Between the hours of 11pm until 4am the interstates are pretty much owned by us truckers.

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It's night and the lot is 
full of  sleeping giants;
some chortling in idle
some silent in wait.

In their covered chambers
the drivers snooze;
dreaming of girls? fishing?
of being home?

Another night, quiet
and cool, the arc of
the street lights
is my friend.

At night
I can drive with my 
brothers and sisters.
We travel in packs

with the occasional
4 wheeler weaving
between us; we
watch, wary for signs of drink.

Watching the trees
looking for shining eyes
or movement.
A deer unsure where to run.

It's night
and I begin another mile
toward 500 more 
and the coming day.

© 2013 Mark


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You describe your surroundings and the setting so expertly, vey well done, I enjoyed.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Now this is a great write of Americana .. what would we do without you truckers? I live near a big shipping center trucks coming and going...from there to seeing ya'll on the road when I travel..a welcome site! Broke down once and who gave me a hand..a trucker. Need to know where to eat...look for the trucks.. a write that makes me smile ! Well Done and Thanks ! ( :

Posted 11 Years Ago


a poet with a clear, very American voice. A good write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you for that wonderful compliment.
Two contrasting feelings shine through in the darkness; the loneliness and danger of night time driving and the companionship of other truckers

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

I think driving can be dangerous when a person becomes complacent with it. Being aware and ensuringt.. read more
Loved this. When we travel back to MI from NM we drive straight through. Its about 27 hours. I remember the trucks on the road on I 25 - on the Oklahoma Turnpike (I think they may have renamed it?) driving through Lubbock, Kansas City. etc. Seems like there are more trucks going east west though than north south.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

There are more trucks going East West... I 40 through Arkansas and Tennesee is one of the busiest in.. read more
Its interesting to read a poem by a trucker about his experiences. This is a good write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This was brilliant, my friend. I have always been fascinated with the life of a trucker...driving constantly, seeing the country from the windows of a blasting behemoth, meeting so many different people...it must be somewhat enchanting. Still, there are dangers to avoid, as you point out so clearly. This piece just really brings the "life" to life, you know? I would love to see more like this from you...more of these "road stories". :)

It's night
and I begin another mile
toward 500 more
and the coming day. -- great finish!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Mark

11 Years Ago

I have a couple others. I'll send rr's
brilliant description felt like i was there.. great usage of imagery... nice piece...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wonderful imagery, felt like I was right there in a cab with you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks Kristin :) Glad you enjoyed it.
There is some wonderful imagery here, Mark - nicely done.

~ Noodle.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you dear girl! Glad you liked. :)

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