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Edited on Fri Apr-29-05 02:25 PM by Droopy
Trucker's Sestina
They used to call us the knights of the road, now that's just some long lost memory. I guess there's also been a change in the driver, but much of the pride has been sapped of the job. Respect is not forthcoming for today's trucker, but they still demand you to behave as a professional.
It's very demanding to be a trucker, most people don't know that about the job. All the rules that we have to commit to memory, to do it right you have to be a professional. Some people think it's all about the open road, well it takes more than that to be a driver.
Some drivers squeal, "Don't call me a professional," they know it's still a blue collar job. They'd rather the word be a memory, and long to be called just "driver." All the old hands know what it takes to be a trucker, with all those years spent on the road.
I've committed all the nation's interstates to memory, I don't need a map to get myself down the road. I've spent many a hard night as a driver, awake at the wheel trying to be professional. It takes incredible endurance to do the job, and even more than that to be called trucker.
When I was young, I didn't know I'd wind up a trucker, I thought I'd be some white collar professional. Dumb is what I have etched in my memory, was what it meant to be a driver. But when I hit my twenties, I yearned for the job, to see what it was that life held for me on the road.
After seven years, I know what it means to be a driver, and I hate it when they want to call me a professional. But it's not because that's not required of the job, it's just not fitting for a man of the road. White collar people aren't truckers, to them, trucks are something they want to erase from their memory.
To every kid that wants to be a trucker, know that it isn't easy being a driver, and never let it become just a job.
If you know how to write a sestina you will know that that poem does not exactly follow the rules for a sestina. But I wrote it before I knew what all of the rules are.
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