Big Rig Dreamin'

Eighteen wheels, rubber chewin' on the asphalt,

Cab smell of coffee, truck stops and black malt.

Load heavy, dreams even heavier than cargo,

Engine growlin', echoes louder than a Fargo.

High beams pierce through the midnight fog,

Steering through the silence, my thoughts jog.

Tires hum the tune of the open road hymn,

Gas station nachos, life ain't trimmed slim.

Big rig dreamin', diesel hearts beamin',

Through the night, my headlights screamin'.

Highways stretchin', life's a long procession,

Eighteen wheels, my truck's my confession.

Tail lights winkin', convoy moves like shadows,

CB buzzin', chatter echoes through the gallows.

Speed limit signs, just numbers I’m dodgin’,

Freight in the back like secrets I'm lodgin’.

Every exit a choice, every mile a chapter,

Rest stop scribbles, life's verses I capture.

The road's my canvas, the lines my script,

Every gear I shift, another tale gets ripped.

Diesel in my veins, chrome bloodlines,

Highways tattooed, etched in my mind.

Rearview shows ghosts, past roads left behind,

Eighteen wheels rollin', time ain't kind.