Best Truck Poems

The old truck hadn't been used in a while,
But it should be good for a few more miles.
Under the hood, the engine was rusty,
And the interior smelled faintly musty.
Assuming it would start--we all wanted to know...
When we put it in gear, would it actually go?
Someone...

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He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck
You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck!
It was painted blue...now the color is rust
But you can't be too sure...since it's covered in dust!...
The engine must idle,  (about an hour is good)

You...

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In times gone by, in a land of dreams,
Where childhood thrived with laughter and gleams,
A story unfolded, enchanting and true,
Of mirthful times and dreams that grew.

In a quaint little town, where joy ran rife, 
There stood an ice cream truck, full of life.
With its jingling...

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Across the road from new truck sales
Lay a yard filld with trucks that died
These vehicles' voice offer tales
Once on them a trucker relied

They thought that he would be companion
Their eternal guide protect them
He  took one to the Grand Canyon
He was truck's  total brain...

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the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can...

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Grandma got run over by a reindeer
I'm sure you remember that song
Well that was my grandma who was hit
And again, they got part of it wrong

See, she really was run over by reindeer
But it was nothing like they said
Those deer were driving a milk truck
That...

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Jingle, jingle... jingle 
As we emptied our piggy-banks 
Hoping we saved up twenty five cents 
Every Saturday afternoon, we would excitedly wait
Twelve O'clock sharp the bells would ring 
Screen doors flew open when we heard them
The kids in the neighborhood...
Immediately stopped doing whatever they were...

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The FedEx truck is parked outside,
The boxes being piled,
Awaiting transfer home to
The apartment-domiciled.

Each package hits the lobby first
Where doormen do the sorting,
Relying on the numbers that
The carton’s label’s sporting.

The dwellers get a notice that
Their order has arrived
So no one feels that he or she
From shopping’s...

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Two Scavengers in a Truck,
Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes

At the stoplight waiting for the light
nine a.m. downtown San Francisco
a bright yellow garbage truck
with two garbage men in red plastic blazers
standing on the back stop
one on each side hanging on
and looking down into
an elegant open...

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I saw her there the other day
Left there to just rot ‘n rust away

Setting alone under a sad old tree
She is back in a field; hard to see

Probably a year ‘30 or ‘32 I don’t know
Her tires ‘are flat; bumper is hanging low

Her windows broken;...

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(song lyrics)
Verse 1:
Now I can’t go fishin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my rod and reel
Can’t go snow-racin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my snowmobile
And I got flaws - that’s for sure - and sometimes run amuck
But the final straw that I can’t take: Ya’ sold my pickup truck

Chorus:
You...

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One habit to which I adhere
I clean out my Ford once a year
Back seat yet to fill
Keep truckin’ until
I’m no longer able to steer...

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In my travels around....
from town to town...
I found sitting next to a tree...

a red truck for sale...
that looked like _ell!
a ford, nineteen fifty-three...

So I knocked on the door...
and wasn't for sure...
if they'd sell it to me...

When they answered the door...
they wanted more...
but I gave them...

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My new red truck is just so sweet,
I feel like I'm in heaven going down the street.
Now I look down at the cars when I stop at the light,
And I have to admit it is quite a delight!

The open road is now calling my name,
I...

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I have been privileged,
 To hold in my life,
The title that’s known
 As a truck driver’s wife.
Now, women all know
Being married is rough.
But, marry a trucker,
And then let’s talk tough!
The miles that they run,
And, the job that they do,
Gives us grey hairs,
And fries our nerves...

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