Poems by Lou-Ellen

Old Beat Up Truck

Rattling along the road
In my old Beat up truck
Praying that when I hit third
My gear won’t get stuck.

It gets me to where I’m going
From point A to point B
And sometimes back again
That’s all that’s important to me.

It’s a good thing it’s not dark
As my lights are on the blitz
See, I’m fortunate it’s day time
So I don’t have to turn that switch.

I have my arm out the window
People think I’m waving
But I’m really turning left or right
Maybe they think I’m misbehaving.

I get to where I’m going
I turn the engine off
It spits and sputters
And finally dies with a cough.