My Self-Driving Truck

My Self-Driving Truck
© Surazeus
2017 06 25

For my birthday when I turned twenty-one
my daddy bought me a self-driving truck
so I hopped inside and stretched out my legs
and drank cold beer while my truck drove itself.

My self-driving truck knew just where to go,
so it took me all over the country side,
to the hill-top where we could see the world,
and to the river where I fished all day.

Come on back to me, my self-driving truck,
you are the secret of love and good luck.

Her hair was shining gold in the sunlight
and her eyes were blue as the fishing lake
when I first saw her in white blouse and jeans
walking alone on the hot country road.

My truck stopped short at the flash of her smile
and opened its door, so she slid inside,
then told me her name and tale of her life
while my truck drove us to the grove of trees.

Come on back to me, my self-driving truck,
you are the secret of love and good luck.

I plucked an apple from the tree of life
and as she ate I asked her to be my wife,
but as I leaned close to kiss her sweet lips
my self-driving truck knocked me out the door.

I leaped to my feet and dusted my pants
but found myself alone among the trees
because my new self-driving truck left me
and took off with the sweet girl of my dreams.

Come on back to me, my self-driving truck,
you are the secret of love and good luck.

My self-driving truck left me in the woods
so I wandered to the river to fish
but my truck took my girl and fishing rod
so I wander alone with the blind breeze.

My self-driving truck and my girl left me
and as I wander alone in the woods
I see the dust of its fast-spinning tires
glitter bright in the sunlight that mocks me.

Come on back to me, my self-driving truck,
you are the secret of love and good luck.