February 3, 2009

Old Pickup Truck

He wears his jacket at the doorsteps with a sigh
as his wife Jade comes running to say goodbye
he gives her a hug
takes his mug
and he drives his old pickup truck

He sings his mother’s soothing serenade

as he sees his life all behind him fade
he prayed for Jade
and his antiques trade
it’s been a decade
since he got paid
But he’s happy in his old pickup truck

He sees a gas station on the highway
he pulls over to fill up at the pump
he hears a chug
in the engine’s plug
so he gets out of his old pickup truck

He kicks the car then opens the front hood
he swears at the day he saw this neighborhood
the truck is stuck
now, that’s bad luck
he decides to sleep in the damn pickup truck

The next day, he wakes up feeling dizzy
it’s a new day and he wants to get busy
there was a rotten duck
that the engine sucked
and it made the whole car smell pretty yuck

A homeless fart asks him for some change
so he tells him to smile once for a change
he pays a buck
to the geezer schmuck
then he rides his old pickup truck

He goes to work and finishes all alone
Feeling dead tired and sore to the bone
He’s finally home
To Jade he says shalom
He sleeps and dreams of the old pickup truck