Men in pick-ups

a handsome man in a perfectly kept pick-up
white, passed me on the right
and smiled and waved
in a way that made me think
he knew what I was thinking
that made me wonder if I had been grinning
real big to myself
I must have been

the next day
I was driving to the freeway
and the oaks were wet from the rain
it was a different feeling
but born of the same part of me
and another man passed in a truck
and smiled and waved
I’ve always liked men in pick-ups best
it’s something I can’t really explain
but I had the feeling that I was
connected with some essential part of me
that this was happening