(photo by PRA)
Since his wife left,
His life is more
Expensive –
Whores charge more
To do the things
He wants.
Restless
At the rest stop,
Looking now
For more than
Fuel and food –
He sits in shadow
In the cab, chin
In his hand,
Exhausted
From some run
Not yet half finished.
He thought
His journey
Was over,
But home
Is no longer
Where it used to be
For this driver
Who drives people
Away.
-- © 2009 by Jack Veasey
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