The Truck Driver

The Truck Driver

 

By Elton Camp

 

Bruce had a job he wasn’t wild about.

He drove a big truck on a regular route.

Then on one fine summer day,

He stopped at a café on the way.

 

Bruce was sitting at the bar on a stool

Minding his business as was his rule.

On a cup of strong coffee he did sip.

So he’d stay alert for the long trip.

 

From the parking lot came a roar.

The sound the waitress did abhor.

“It’s that horrible motorcycle gang.

As always, I’m in for a harangue.”

 

Into the room they stalked with a smirk.

Each one appeared to be a dirty jerk.

Their cursing and sneering was a disgrace.

Each had a scraggly beard covering his face.

 

“Hello, baby, you cute little miss.

This time, how about a big kiss?”

Bruce looked the thug in the eye.

“A little courtesy you should try.”

 

The thug threw the coffee in his face.

“A little man like you is a disgrace.”

Bruce just calmly wiped the coffee away.

He went out the door with nothing to say.

 

To the waitress he spit, “Not much of a man, is he?

With that, even a slut like you will have to agree.”

“He’s not a very good driver I have to say.

He just crushed ten motorcycles on his way.”



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Bruce drove a big rig.
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