The charge of the Light Brigade
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 8:49 am
The charge of the Light Brigade
I was sitting at the traffic lights as I do every morning
idly gazing round, just waiting for the red light to turn green.
Three lanes of traffic, one turns left the other two go forward
all the drivers waiting, eager, revved up, hot to trot and mean.
Lights turn green, we’re off and revving, you can hear those pistons try.
Diesels pumping, smoke stacks blowing, as a big rig takes the strain.
Got to be quick off the mark, can’t let that other Ute go by.
It’s the early morning music known as Ute and Truck refrain.
There are Utes and 4 wheel drives, taxi trucks filled up with tyres.
Some with trailers full of work gear, plastic pipes and rubber boots.
One with rakes and brooms and mowers, whipper snippers and leaf blowers
Another carrying sheets of glass says “if passing give a toot”
There’s a sparky and a plumber, a cute guy driving a Hummer,
a Sims metal truck with trailer filled with badly mangled steel.
There’s a bloke who must like fishing. He has rod racks and he’s wishing
that come Christmas Santa brings him a brand new Alvey reel.
A flash Pajero and a trailer with a sign that says “I’ll save you”
and you think ‘a Bible basher’ come to lead you from the fog.
Until you look a little closer and realize that he’s kosher.
What he’s saving is your time, for he’s there to wash the dog.
There’s a Ute that’s old and rusty, and another one that’s dusty.
A red Ford sporting a dent - looks like he backed into a pole.
Next to me a diesels pumping and behind a radio thumping
out the latest rap from some punk with no rhythm, and less soul.
It’s the early morning charge of the Ute and Truck brigade.
All male muscle and machismo and adrenalin on show.
Few sedans at this hour showing, its blue collar workers going
through the morning’s early daylight, as it’s off to work they go.
Maureen Clifford ©
I was sitting at the traffic lights as I do every morning
idly gazing round, just waiting for the red light to turn green.
Three lanes of traffic, one turns left the other two go forward
all the drivers waiting, eager, revved up, hot to trot and mean.
Lights turn green, we’re off and revving, you can hear those pistons try.
Diesels pumping, smoke stacks blowing, as a big rig takes the strain.
Got to be quick off the mark, can’t let that other Ute go by.
It’s the early morning music known as Ute and Truck refrain.
There are Utes and 4 wheel drives, taxi trucks filled up with tyres.
Some with trailers full of work gear, plastic pipes and rubber boots.
One with rakes and brooms and mowers, whipper snippers and leaf blowers
Another carrying sheets of glass says “if passing give a toot”
There’s a sparky and a plumber, a cute guy driving a Hummer,
a Sims metal truck with trailer filled with badly mangled steel.
There’s a bloke who must like fishing. He has rod racks and he’s wishing
that come Christmas Santa brings him a brand new Alvey reel.
A flash Pajero and a trailer with a sign that says “I’ll save you”
and you think ‘a Bible basher’ come to lead you from the fog.
Until you look a little closer and realize that he’s kosher.
What he’s saving is your time, for he’s there to wash the dog.
There’s a Ute that’s old and rusty, and another one that’s dusty.
A red Ford sporting a dent - looks like he backed into a pole.
Next to me a diesels pumping and behind a radio thumping
out the latest rap from some punk with no rhythm, and less soul.
It’s the early morning charge of the Ute and Truck brigade.
All male muscle and machismo and adrenalin on show.
Few sedans at this hour showing, its blue collar workers going
through the morning’s early daylight, as it’s off to work they go.
Maureen Clifford ©
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