Highway Philosopher

A poem for your consideration

Three odd decades spent on the Nations Green Stamp

Running our roads from North to South, East to West

Over thirty-two years the Road and the World changed

From a Green-Horn as hell to a seasoned old gear slider

Some smoked a little pot for courage, I preferred the Bible

You see and your hear the world changing behind the gears

All different kinds of people and all different kinds of weird

A few love, some hate, most just don’t give a damn any more

People used to be much better and so was the O.T.R. Drivers

Now, it’s no one knows anything and no one cares any more

Picking a C.B. Handle is like the choosing of a new Western Hat

Rookies, most try a few handles until they find one that fits them

Our Nations roads and our people teach you many version of truth

One is without a doubt, that Truck Driving is a hobby for the homeless

Pick yourself a good handle, it will probably be the only thing you can afford