Over the Road Truck Driver Poems

By Bill Overmyer

Bill Overmyer drove in military convoys as a contract driver for five years in Iraq. Over The Road Truck
Driver Poems is his latest work. These poems highlight the daily trials and tribulations of over the road
truck drivers around the world. Bill currently works in the North Dakota oil fields.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491748510

Bill Overmyer

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Bill Overmyer drove in military convoys in Iraq as a contract driver for six years. He hauled equipment and supplies, mraps, humvees, suvs, water, jp8 and the mail. He currently works in the oil fields in North Dakota.

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ISBN: 978-1-4917-4850-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4917-4851-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014917295

iUniverse rev. date:  09/06/2022

This book is dedicated to over

the road truck drivers, to those dedicated people

who keep them rolling, to those who bring in the new

drivers, and to all men and women who serve in the Armed

Forces of the United States of America.

Acknowledgements

Special thanks to Sean Shannon, Jim Zubia and

Felton Cotton – The Captain

Andrew and William Jones

the Red Shirts and Adrian.

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

DAY OF ARRIVAL

DO I EVER THINK OF YOU?

3 AM DELIVERY

DRIVING GOD’S EARLY MORNING WAKE UP CALL

SOMETIMES YOU’VE GOT TO PLAY PRETEND

I THINK I’M GOING DOWN!

TRUCK WASH TIME

LATE FOR THE DOCK

THE GREAT DRIVERS

GAPER’S BLOCK

WELCOME TO GLARE ICE CEMETERY

ICY ROADS

LOAD 101

TOO MANY BATTLES

YES, YOUR HONOR

THE GREAT ATLANTA RUSH HOUR

I FINALLY WON THE LOTTO

THE COUNTY FAIR

FLOATING DANGER ZONE

THE ON RAMP MENTALITY

MERGING FROM THE ACCELERATION RAMP

CROTCH ROCKET

THE HEAVY MORNING MIST

MY STOMACH IS QUEASY

TRASH FOOD

2300 AND NO PLACE TO PARK

DREAMING OF THE COUNTRYSIDE

IMAGINARY ANGER

TEMPER CONTROL

IT’S PART OF DRIVING A BIG SEMI TRUCK

SPATIAL RELATIONS

QUICK QUIPS

TWO EXPLOSIONS

THE HIGH COST OF ANGER

BEHIND THE CLUSTER

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UP ON THE ROAD HE STOOD

BIG DELIVERY

WAKE UP HOSPITAL

MR COCHISE MOUNTAIN

CLIMBING THE HILLS AND GOING DOWN THE MOUNTAINS

THE 72ND ANNUAL CAR SHOW

THE FUEL MANAGER

EPILOGUE

THE WOOD STOVE

APPENDIX

THE ENRAGED STUDENT AND THE DRIVING INSTRUCTOR

PROLOGUE

In my dreams forever.

For a week or two, I pray

that I get to spend with you

three or four whole days.

I also pray that the sunshine will hold

for three or four days,

as I make my way back to our home

and back to you.

For us that is not enough.

Not enough of you for me.

Not enough of me for you.

For the last four hundred miles I have seen

miles upon miles of green,

gold and light brown fields,

and stately farm houses.

The road ever upward.

The hill always rising

until I reach the top

and then the peaks of the Rockies

appear in front of me,

left to right as far as I can see.

The sun is up in the east as I head to our house.

The painted white dashes lead the way,

and mark the road to our home

where we live and pray, and plan to stay.

I chase the shadow of the truck down the highway.

There is not a care in the world going my way.

I am anxious for the moments I have missed,

and anxious to be by your side,

to share your loving kiss.

DAY OF ARRIVAL

He still has three hours to go.

The clouds had