His truck finally parked Friday night,
shower eases the soreness from his muscles
the chatter of his children drives
the whine of the motor from his ears.
Supper steak sizzles in the pan,
a soft shoulder to wrap his arm around
the warmth of a loving smile.
He sprawls on the couch after supper
and dreams of an office job,
tapping a keyboard all day,
week nights with the kids.
What is it about the roar of a diesel
that pulls him back to the road again?