It has been a very long time since I looked at this photo. I used to miss this truck so much, then it was the girl I was, who had gone missing.
Let me tell you some background since a few have asked about the days I spent behind the wheel of an 18 Wheeler(this one has 22 ) .
Due to the remote lifestyle of people in Australia who don’t live in the metropolitan area the Royal Flying Doctors Service provide fundamental emergency and routine health care to those who wouldn’t have access to it otherwise. They are an Aussie institution and I’m proud to shine the spotlight on them. To get a better idea of the work RFDS do check out their website.
I did the tour and was lucky enough to catch one of the Pilatus PC-12′s being serviced:
Out on your motorbike
With no crash helmet.
It ends up in hospital.
You needed protection.
In the local brothel.
Girls are working hard.
Security mans on guard.
They all have protection.
We’re riding together but sit worlds apart.
The stockbroker, the mother, the hobo living in separate realities, yet riding in the same car.
The A Train zips from beaches to hoods to ground zero.
Our liberal metropolis is a kingdom of progressive “niceties”.
The A Train is a silver chariot carrying us through our politely segregated city.
Photo Credit: NYC Transit Museum
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.
Leaking oil every day
Having it your own way.
Going up hills real slow
I don’t want you any mo’.
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
Boy, what a lemon you are.
electric eyes , they only see in darkness
when light shines , I feel with thought
rains come my eyes can’t focus
calm sky’s always what I sought
a moments sun drenches my being
then back to before , the way I was seeing
electric eyes they only see darkness
only to bring unwanted awareness
