Hi, dear! My new year’s resolution is write you..one good poem: here I, at the truck-stop, sit (all alone), –Hey! well, so, it’s not the new year YET so I still got time to write you a couple of the other kind you can bet, well, –i can’t recommend gam-bling but! a little rambling’s fine, long as you have to hit the wet, cold highway in a old semi-truck! take along some oils, and paint-brushes, and an easel; and a couple bottles of beer (for luck). You never know when inspiration might..hit you up, –here comes ‘moaning’ Lisa right now, with that, steaming pot-of-coffee in her delicate hand, Wow! to re-fill my cup..soon it’ll be after lunch. Maybe she’ll sit for a pose, (SIGH!) she has such the perfect nose (and she don’t complain much); and all the other truckers agree! she is thee..most phenomenal waitress here at our favorite greasy spoon cafe on the north end of Independence town along the old highway, that gets us, eventually, if we turn eastwards a little, to..Knoxville, Tennessee! see? (Right.) And along the way there’s bound to be loads of snow they’re saying it on the weather-report; already lots coming down in the parking area now, so..Baby do you wanna go? Well hop on up here then, Lisa, darling, oh! and by the way..be a dear and put on the tire-chains for me while I find us something to listen to on the radio, –and crank the heater a little. Thanks, sweetheart! guess that’s all I know; other than fire up that diesel-motor squeak off them air-brakes, and jam’mer in gear! And let’s roll, “HONK! HONK!” yeah..roll on outta here. Yeah!