A Day in the Life of a trucker
At crack of dawn, the rooster crows, A trucker's day begins, he knows. With coffee in one hand, he’s set, To face the road, he won’t forget.
His rig is big, his hat askew, He waves to cows and bids adieu. The GPS, his guiding star, Though sometimes it says, “You've gone too far.”
The morning sun starts climbing high, He dodges bugs that hit his eye. He sings off-key to classic rock, And prays his tire won’t meet a rock.
At noon he stops for a quick snack, A truck stop burrito, heart attack. He checks his maps, and eats his fries, While dodging seagulls and their surprise.
The CB radio crackles on, With jokes and tales, and trucker songs. He laughs so hard he almost swerves, But straightens out with all his nerves.
As evening falls, he fights to stay, Awake enough to find his way. With dashboard lights, his disco scene, He feels like trucking’s dancing queen.
The stars come out, his bedtime cue, He parks his rig, he’s done, it’s true. He climbs in back, his bed awaits, And dreams of pie on paper plates.
He snores a tune, his truck rocks slight, The lullaby of endless night. For every mile that he does roam, He dreams of his next break at home.
A trucker’s life, a bumpy ride, But laughter makes it worth the stride. With every dawn, he hits the gas, A road-bound clown with lots of class.
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