A Long Cold Ride For A Brother

By Milton E. McKinney ©

aka  Breaktrack.

It was a long cold ride for a brother,

And one whom I’d never met.

A roll on the throttle, behind the windshield tucked in,

But I’m not close to getting’ there yet.

There was a flag line lookin’ to me for support

A little after sunrise time,

So I couldn’t go slow and I couldn’t lay low

I had to get off of the dime.

So on through the cold and the wind I rode

Double socks covered my feet.

To stand tall and silent for a brother of mine

That I’d never even get to meet.

The roar of the engine had promised some heat

But it just blew away in the wind.

So I tucked in my collar and pulled up my shirt

And rolled on that throttle again.

Riding through the night just to make it on time

Started in darkness moving to dawn

Needing to push it just a little bit here

Just gotta be there when the curtain is drawn.

This brother of mine, whom I’ve never met

Has given his all for me,

So the least I can do is to suffer some cold

To get to where I needed to be.

I needed to stand tall and silent in line

With the others who were standing there too.

I needed to have that flag in my hands,

It’s the least little thing I can do.

So I ride through the night and the wind and the cold,

And I watch for that ol’ black ice.

Cause I’m ridin’ for a brother, that I’ve never met,

And being late wouldn’t be nice.

 Copy right ©2007 by Milton McKinney