Biography of Trucker Jeff
I found a common bond with my best friend and we enjoy getting together and reading stuff we've written. Some guys play sports, some guys have bass boats or Harley's, we have a writing studio called the island. I love the freedom of the open road, waking up someplace new each day with nothing to do but dream about words. Most of all the road allows me to miss and appreciate my baby, my darling, my wife P.J. Grab a gear and let's go. There is writing to get done.
Trucker Jeff's Works:
none yet but keep an eye out for, 'The Hobo Angel'
Trucker Jeff Poems
It's risky being a late blooming rose to dare to be beautiful when others appeal has faded away
Before the plow comes, before the shovel scoops, holding a breath waiting for the storm to play out,
A Whole Lot Of Nothing
God sent us sad souls to the pan handle of Texas to break our heart No oaks, no rivers, , no place to dream upon the flat earth, as a song
I love a carnival; lights, music and life. Sing, sister, sing,
When the last tear from God has run down your cheek and there is no breath left in your dreams
Hail you great city and what do I hear? An electric cacophony of noise and noise
Joe's Nail Salon
He put his barber sign up in1962. He offered three different hair cuts just to satisfy you.
Baby's First Dance
Baby's first dance, while the band played, and hands were raised,
May Snow Fall
I stood with her in the heat of the day beneath a dappled, cloud strewn sky,
Where comes the darkness that would swallow October and haunt the moon?
Fighting For The Love Of Her
She came to me after the fall out. She said I do and so did I, but perhaps to soon
Time is, time was, time will be again and where has time gone? It absently slips by. Time is different then I once thought it to be. Time is
Grave Yard Song
All around me life still lingers, fragrant earth, shining stone. Winds song breaths and rain drops tremble
Farewell To The Plum Tree
I stood beside you and pulled at the tufts of jade grass that gathered themselves closely about your trunk. It was new spring grass and I was feeling oh so old. I noticed the copper tinted sap that leaked,
Sunshine And The Wind
Today I am thinking of sunshine and the wind.
Have you ever passed beneath a clothes
line flapping in the breeze, soaking in sunshine?
The towel drapes itself across your face.
Breath deeply and catch the scent of the wind.
Hold it close and feel the warmth of the sun's rays.
The wind will chase away the stiffness of the fabric
as it ruffles on a stiff breeze.
And have you ever thought much