The road, the sacred pavement We are the traffic We are what we traffic in And the truck stops here It’s no skin off my asphalt It’s just a line, a yellow line My socks are red and I’m ready to ride -
-poem by Harvey Starkweather
The road, the sacred pavement We are the traffic We are what we traffic in And the truck stops here It’s no skin off my asphalt It’s just a line, a yellow line My socks are red and I’m ready to ride -
-poem by Harvey Starkweather