That Guy Across The Street

Intently he stares at his prize, his precious. 

Every day he brings it to work without fail, 

Through rain or shine, through gas crisis and road work. 

Now he admires his beauty, he stares in silence.

So much depends upon the red pick-up truck,

in the sunshine,

beside the white road signs. 

At the end of the day,

No wife, no children,

Just him and his truck, 

Content.