I was so inspired by this guy’s page that I had to do something, somehow. Ultimately there is only one way to talk about the trucking industry, and that is from the heart, with conviction and absolute unflagging earnestness.

Sunrise on the interstate highway system
Forty thousand miles of matte-gray asphalt arteries rutted
by big rigs that work their way up and down like diesel fueled blood clots
Beasts with fifteen gears and thirty tons of carrots in the reefer
Or five thousand portable radios or
Twenty-one tons of Cleveland Indians memorabilia
Driven by fearless, unstoppable men
Who know what it must have felt like to go on crusade across vast deserts
and lay siege to cities like Antioch, Damascus, Damietta
Kalamazoo, Portland, Wichita Falls
Sunrise on the interstate highway system
The sun crawling over the Rocky Mountains like a canteloupe ascending
a church steeple all by itself
Through a kind of magic
Rolling on and on like eighteen wheels
And safety is our goal
This truck makes wide turns
Sometimes so wide they swallow up the whole country
Ten-four, that’s a ten-four on that
Amen