blacktieandsneakers

They are there because of circumstances

Their rigs parked in every nook

The highway closed buried in snow

There is no where to go

In this nightmare of a storm

Gathering in the Truck Stop

Trucks covered in spring snow

The unknown sit at large round tables

Conversation cuts a rhythm

It bounces around the room

Each one a stranger at first blush

But the veil begins to drop

As you grow to know them all

A med student a pilot a wall street broker

All in lives past

An Army colonel a painter

Now gypsy’s of the road

Who’s homes rolls on wheels

So you share a common bond

Which opens the flood gates of talk

As you learn from one and all

Seated around the fare

Each has reached this point

On a very different path

A lonely quest unknown