The Rookie

We heard him top that mountain pass

The brakes began to squeal

He headed down that six per cent

Hands clenched upon the wheel

Smoke was coming from the back

By the time he hit the level

The color of his drums

Would have even pleased the devil

Sweat was pouring from his brow

When he pulled off to the side

He shook his head in wonder

And said, “Man what a ride”

His trainer said, “You did OK

You kept it on the road

But next time we come over here

We have to pull a load”