400

i)

back up from the south
back to bursting snowbanks
sliding through drifts

ii)

early start
even for a trucker
engine hums
wheels caught
in a black ice spin

calm - smile
keep it between the lines

iii)

roads empty
for a hour
or more

just that one guy
out in the dark pre-dawn cold
packing Christmas away





I made it to 400 poems. 

500...here I go...

snow silence

turned off the music
east of Cleveland
the quiet
invades

no early
Christmas songs
just the lights
and the snow silence

johnny cash

radio static
rare dark spot
up in these hills

one cd
tucked up in the visor
johnny cash
earnest
authentic
bringer
of smiles n'tears

truck poem 1

new music
a new song
singing
each sweet verse

travel guitar sits
 a silent passenger

lift my voice
alone
all along
these dark miles

wishing she was here
 near me
on this bench seat

manifold poems

wandered out of the forest
up into a shiny rig
open road
miles and miles of
miles and miles
gospel songs
mixed up good
with outlaw country

fuel
for manifold poems

rig prayers

click wheel spins
rolling through
three thousand songs

bass rolls out
over the rush hour cars
stuck
  just music
       and time
for traffic jam prayers

new rig

still rising monk early
stumbling for coffee
up into the warming rig
short city hauls
replace
long temple halls


Brother Ollie ~ Trucker Poet