I saw a rusty white truck go by
he had branches in the bed
and I wished I was riding with him
I’ll call him Eric
and he spent the day clopping
these suckers down
he smells like gasoline
and has cuts on his arms from prickers
it’s going to be a good day’s work I say to him
I’m gonna haul this shit and unload it
and then we arrive at his burn pile
I borrow a pair of his gloves and unload and unload
sweat burning in my eyes
but here I am on my deck going nowhere
and his name probably isn’t Eric
and he probably doesn’t smell like gas
and I probably shouldn’t be hauling anything
but there was a moment when I saw that white pick up truck that I saw the world turning
and for once I went along for the ride
