The driver put the truck into gear
It all rumbled to life
The reverberating chasis hummed
All through the shaking container shell
It spat a few big dirty clouds of black diesel smoke
Like an old man would coughing on his last cigarette
Rattling inconsistently as the wheels slightly turned
Dragging the rest of the beast onto the road
A slow turtle across a hot tar road
Slowly gliding into the middle of the road
swerving round the curve attempting to stay aligned
Driver gripping steering wheel with both trembling hands
He leans forward in an attempt to adjust his position
exhaustion and discomfort seem to radiate
And off it groans lost in suburbia
Chaotic residential labrynth
Using every effort in the brake and clutch
to slow for the oncoming lights
The truck ducking and grinding
yellow surrendered to red
Then budging and reanimating again
Driver forcing himself through each gear
A mother pushing her son up a steep hill
Into fourth back down to third
For there thirty meters ahead was a speed bump
slowing rattling rushing to kick down into each gear
Weary sighs and metallic grunts as the object neared
Hitting the speed bump a little too quick
The chasis jumped like a teen avoiding getting tripped
the container shook like an angry overworked teacher
Driver slammed his wrists on steering wheel
Another year of deliveries
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