Harold r Hunt Sr
Jun 26, 2014

Joe was a man in town that did pretty much of everything.
He was the sheriff, and the butcher, he hauls food to the neighbors.
Joe also was working on cars and trucks, pumped gas if you needed some.
Joe had an old tow truck, red in color to match the fire truck.
The tow truck was joes pride and joy.
He made money at the county fair.
He would be tow for miles around. But on race at the fair is where you would find old Joe
They say old Joe died the other day. Just days after he parked the old tow truck.
Joe the handy man.

Lu Sun
Lu Sun
Feb 2, 2012

Push on
Keep pushing on
If you happen to break,
Call a tow truck to help you up

Push on before it's too late
Push on, this gas won't last all day

Brittle bones, they might hurt one day
Push on, before you are in your grave.

Tom St Aubyn
May 28, 2014

Wrapped in steel

Perfect posture

All pushed up

Beautiful to see

Lucky tow truck man

But far more lovely


Jul 27, 2012

Fuck you very much,
Indian tow truck driver
Now I owe my aunt.

Yes, I saw the sign
And yes, you are an asshole.
I guess we both are.

Fucking money, man.
It's not like I got a lot.
And now I owe more.

Fuck you, native friend.
You were just doing a job.
I'm just pissed off now.

Feb 26

in peripheral vision lives a little all seeing wizard
wand in hand he waves in apostrophes
but if like me you are we ignore
go on a merry path until;
the sun seems to no longer shine again,
handcuffs get slapped on,
the electricity goes off,
some quick tow truck finds your title loan ride,
or you wake up....

the boy’s mother is biting off less than he can chew.  her insomnia

has put her inside a worm
her body
to fill.  her milky eyed


revs a tow truck
to death

in a heavy fog.  it is possible, humanly




there’s nothing
to see here.  that her god


is, in a sense,
seizure activity
in the boy’s




Feb 27, 2013      Feb 27, 2013

If life is a highway, what's the number for AAA?

'Cause I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere,
my tires are stuck in mud of insecurities,
windshield cracked with the force of self-doubt
and the meter is nearing "E".

I need a tow truck,
to lift me out of this mess and
pull me out of this metal debris.

And sure,
I'll have to lug that piece of **car
but at least I'll have some help
getting it home safe.

Inspired by the words of the bus driver who takes me to work every morning: Tow trucks - the people who lift you up when you think life's got you beaten and down.
michael gagain
michael gagain
Apr 28, 2013


• by michaelfixer
• 15 hours ago, Apr 27, last seen 2 minutes ago
• © michael gagain

i'll make him an offer he can't refuse....

he must understand the car...it is used

i been here before...can't do it again

the car is a clunker

my wife called it a junker

i will go back to the ads...

and set my sights on a jag

before i give this fool my cash

oh.......one hundred bucks

in that case i will try my luck

if it does not work

or i get it stuck in the muck

i'll simply..call and get a tow truck

Author notes

Jackie Harrington
Jackie Harrington
Jun 26, 2013

Friendship is like the glue that holds  a cracked vase together
You know that you will never be perfect again
But that glue will always remain
And in times of need
Friendship is the sun that warms you up
Lifts you up
Keeps the clouds away
And when the bond is strong
Drama nor distance can rip it apart
Strong today
Strong from the start
And when you've hit a bump in the road
Friendship is your tow truck
They always say lift your head up
And at the end of the day you can look back at all the pain
Realize where you are now and smile it away
Friendship is that smile on your face
So appreciate it everyday

Mo Frederickson
Mo Frederickson
Jan 24, 2014

If your car could talk,
It would speak of shirtless days
And pantless nights.
It would wince,
Remembering our voices,
Out of key and raised on high
Singing to every song we know.
If your car could talk,
It would cry
Thinking about when
We broke its little window
With a tow truck hook.
It would seethe
Remembering how we dismembered it,
Trying to start it without a key.
If your car could talk,
It would tell the world
Of our long drives
To destinations we never reached,
And our need to kiss
At every stop sign and red light.
Oh, dear,
If your car could talk,
It would tell on us.

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