Modern Concrete Cowboy

Im a modern, concrete Cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete Cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete Cowboy, tonight Im heading home.

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Tyres singing, diesel humming, pushing through the night, Headlights glisten, on wet highways, pearls of fractured light. Windshield wipers, dance their ballet, peering through the rain, Its Friday night, pushing onwards, going home again. Eighteen wheels, vibrate the concrete, pulsing through my mind, Looking for, that vital off-ramp, the right road home to find. Ive been away, from home and loved ones, oh so many days, Now Im coming home, touch the brakes, as the big rig sways.

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Im a modern, concrete Cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete Cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete Cowboy, tonight Im heading home.

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Up ahead, sirens wail, like some plaintive cry, Blue lights swirling, all around, lighting up the sky. Rushing past, a mangled wreck, lies broken on the curve, Someone else, going home, a fate they dont deserve. Diesel fumes, taint the air, like rainbows in my brain, Crank the window, cold wet air, rushes in again. Pedal down, against the metal, steering wheel gripped tight, Heading home, through the storm, another Friday night.

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Im a modern, concrete Cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete Cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete Cowboy, tonight Im heading home.

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Down the gears, I quickly crash, avoid a loitering car, Correct the sway, coming home, its really not too far. All those days, and nights away, sitting high behind the wheel, A tattooed, bandana wearing Trucker, but loneliness I feel. Nearly there, just ease my rig, keep it thundering along, Turn up the CD, dull my brain, another Country song. Theres the off-ramp, ease it over, take the speed right down, Friday night, shes brought me safely, back to my home town.

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Im a modern, concrete Cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete Cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete Cowboy, tonight Im heading home.

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Two short days, with my loved ones, then on the road again, Hauling loads, down the highway, come sun or snow or rain. A modern Cowboy, on eighteen wheels, just following a concrete track, Just looking towards next Friday, when Ill be coming back.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Im a modern, concrete Cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete Cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete Cowboy, tonight Im heading home.

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Music Writer ? I can only do Lyrics, but if you are willing to co-operate on writing a tune for this - get in touch.

John Roberts

John Roberts is a Freelance Training Consultant Trainer in the UK. Always open to discussion regarding training and training techniques, contact John by email. John is a prolific writer and publisher of Training and associated technical articles, as well as poetry and childrens stories. http://www.jayrconsulting.co.uk

Author:: John Roberts
Keywords:: Poem,Lyric,Cowboy,Truck,Country,Western
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