Of Truckers

The road is a dense

archaic misery during

the cold wealth of winter and

my happiness clings to the 

radiator betrothed.

Season me with

coffee though

it only be a lonely

path that I might still

find the muse to 

go astray.

Into the quiet white din

I've been

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description create place and thoughts. Truckers life is long and hard. I liked the road. Some people need the long highway. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote