Jerry was a long haul trucker
Driving all day and sleeping in his cab at night
He enjoyed the solitude and being a king of the road
Listening to music or books on tape kept him entertained
He owned his own tractor unit
Getting paid to haul loaded trailers
He was his own boss
No corporate rules to follow
He rarely gave people rides
When he did it was with caution
One never knows how crazy people are
Especially those characters who roam the open roads
It was a rainy Tuesday morning as he pulled into a fuel stop
After paying he ran back to his rig
A woman was standing in front of his truck
She was drenched and asked for a ride
She was young and he took pity on her
As they pulled out she started to talk
Her name was Mary
Her parents died when she was young
She had lived in orphanages and foster homes
Now roaming and looking for casual work
She had no family or ties to any place
Jerry noticed she was very confident
She had no ambitions to settle down
Preferring to travel coast to coast
With just a small bag of possessions
Letting fate decide her destinations
Are you ever afraid of being picked up by a crazy he asked
Oh not at all said Mary
One time a driver tried to hurt me
I killed him with my knife and set fire to his rig
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 