The Legend of John P Motley

Oh, the road rolls on, and the tales unfold,

Of a trucker’s journey, brave and bold.

John P Motley, legend of the lane,

A story of honor, loss, and gain.

Forty-seven years behind the wheel,

Four million miles, that was the deal.

Accent free, he owned the night,

With a heart full of road and a spirit so bright.

He’d see a bus stranded with kids inside,

Knew what to do, he wouldn’t hide.

Lay down his rig, that’s how he lived,

In moments of peril, he always would give.

The highway called him, like a siren's song,

He drove with a purpose, he never went wrong.

His hands were steady, his heart was true,

Left a hero’s tale for me and you.

Oh, John P, you rode the stars,

On asphalt dreams and highways far.

And though you’re gone, your spirit’s alive,

In every trucker’s heart, you’ll forever drive.

Now there’s a grandson, the Rotten Attitude,

With the CB crackling, keeping it crude.

Grandpa’s stories engraved in his heart,

In Texas he’ll blast, continuing the art.

Bad attitude Grandma, she’s adjusting the way,

As he gears up to call, come what may.

The final call sign, tender and true,

A legacy flowing like the skies so blue.

The highway was home, where memories grow,

Every mile a chapter, every turn a show.

He’ll pass on the tales, and let them unfold,

Of a man and his truck, and the stories retold.

Oh, John P, you rode the stars,

On asphalt dreams and highways far.

And though you’re gone, your spirit’s alive,

In every trucker’s heart, you’ll forever drive.

So raise up your voices, let the engines roar,

For John P Motley, we’ll remember more.

In the rearview mirror, with a smile and a tear,

He’s still on the highway, always near.