I enjoy empty spaces, the time alone to reflect. Running though the paces, rarely reaching out to connect. 
Life on the road can surely get taxing; mind, body and soul. 
Sunrises and sunsets I claimed for my own, every storm and starry night. 
Table for one, I’ll sit at the bar, no need to crowd your space. 
Everyday pleasantries shared in smiles, nods and waves. Fellow highwaymen alike, who know no other life. 
Your white collars and degrees will garner you high praise, but climb on board this rig to get and get an education on long days. 
Coast to coast I’ve travelled, hauling everything in high demand. It better arrive on-time you say, or there’ll be hell to pay. 
I’ve missed out on being with family probably more than I’ll ever know. The toll it takes hits hardest on the ones I’ve left at home. 
Hours spent in silence, churning miles into the night. Respite from the rush hour, that twice daily fight. 
A wise man gains wisdom in solitude, while a fool never thinks to listen. The voice of truth screams loudest, when all else is silent. 
It’s a privilege to even have this life, I’ve known others who’ve never had a chance. Being born on free soil was simply a matter of happenstance. 
So if you see my passing through your town, be sure to smile and wave. I’m probably bringing the goods you so very badly crave.