Trucker Husband
Many miles away
you sit in a truckstop
filled with women.
~ And I worry!
They feed you steak
and smell like french perfume
they refill your cup.
~ And I worry!
You look down from your window
at their mini-skirted thighs
zooming along the interstate.
~ And I worry!
The phone rings
late at night
and you're away~ somewhere.
~ And I worry!
But you need not worry!
Cause when the last load is delivered
and your eighteen wheels roll toward home.
I'll be there waiting.
For the love of my Trucker Husband!
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