{"id":37570,"date":"2023-03-01T17:14:58","date_gmt":"2023-03-01T22:14:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/?p=37570"},"modified":"2023-03-01T17:14:58","modified_gmt":"2023-03-01T22:14:58","slug":"shes-all-mine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/2023\/03\/poetry-in-motion\/shes-all-mine\/","title":{"rendered":"She\u2019s All Mine"},"content":{"rendered":"

If you\u2019ve been reading my intros and poems for a while, then you\u2019re probably aware that March is the beginning of my favorite time of year.  The days are just beginning to get warmer and longer, and the trees and plants are starting to come alive again, as they shrug off the winter cold.  And, of course, truck show season is upon us!  I am particularly excited for a few of the shows I hope to attend.  I\u2019m also eager to see what kind of projects some of you have been working on that might hit the scene this year.  Switching lanes here… does anyone still name their trucks anymore?  Similar to the way fighter pilots and sea vessel captains would name their planes and ships, truck drivers have been naming their rigs for as long as I can remember.  But I honestly haven\u2019t seen much of that in recent years.  My dad would often name his various rigs based upon different factors.  Perhaps the color of the paint would earn its name, or maybe the unit number would inspire its name.  I remember dad\u2019s old GMC General was issued unit number W2.  So, dad named the truck \u201cWife 2\u201d (see photo).  And I always got the impression that mom didn\u2019t necessarily find it as funny as dad did (see photo again).  This poem is inspired by \u201cThe Ol\u2019 Lady\u201d \u2013 a truck I saw with that name many years ago.  I have no idea where that truck is today, but I haven\u2019t forgotten it.  I used to wonder if the owner was an older woman, or if the man driving it was referring to the truck as his old lady.  Either way, I found it curiously funny.  Happy truck show season.  And don\u2019t forget to doll-up the Ol\u2019 Lady and take her out for a spin to show her off a bit!<\/p>

THE OL\u2019 LADY
By Trevor Hardwick<\/strong><\/p>

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She\u2019s got her game on,
And she\u2019s rollin with a smile.
She puts her best foot forward for me,
Mile after mile.<\/p>

She ain\u2019t as young now,
As she was a few years back.
But she still knows how to throw,
A flame out of her stack.<\/p>

She\u2019s got stretch marks,
But you best not give her lip.
It\u2019s just from when they stretched her out,
With a newer air ride clip.<\/p>

And talk about long-legged,
She can outrun any wind.
To say she ain\u2019t got timeless class,
Would simply be a sin.<\/p>

She\u2019s a little heavier,
She\u2019s been packin on the pounds.
But if you\u2019re like a lot of us,
You\u2019ll like the way that sounds.<\/p>

And yeah, she whines a lot,
She\u2019ll tell you when she\u2019s mad.
She grumbles and she groans,
But she really ain\u2019t that bad.<\/p>

Oh, she\u2019s beautiful,
Even more as time goes by.
I must admit there\u2019s chemistry,
Between ol\u2019 she and I.<\/p>

She ain\u2019t got saddlebags,
Because she\u2019s a big rig, not a bike.
She\u2019s got the kind of extra goods,
I ain\u2019t ashamed to like.<\/p>

You can\u2019t push her none,
She just runs at her own pace.
Ain\u2019t no sense in pushin,
As the world flies in her face.<\/p>

I call my rig Ol\u2019 Lady,
And we keep each other goin.
She smokes and drinks and leaks a bit,
But I guess her roots are showin.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you\u2019ve been reading my intros and poems for a while, then you\u2019re probably aware that March is the beginning of my favorite time of year.  The days are just beginning to get warmer and longer, and the trees and plants are starting to come alive again, as they shrug off the winter cold.  And,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":37572,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-37570","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-poetry-in-motion"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37570","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37570"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37570\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37573,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37570\/revisions\/37573"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/37572"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37570"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37570"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37570"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}