Trucker boots scuff yellow safety line
Waiting for a signal any sign
Logbook pages turn to midnight run
Another long haul finally done
My coil keeps the dark roast hot
Steam rises from the plastic pot
Trucker drinks and checks his phone
Rolling miles to call his own
Fluorescent buzz cuts through concrete dawn
Last train echo is a memory gone
He counts the stops to the depot yard
Two hundred miles on a driver card
My coil keeps the dark roast hot
Steam rises from the plastic pot
Trucker drinks and checks his phone
Rolling miles to call his own
Coin return clinks with a nickel chime
He grabs the cup kills the waiting time
Vinyl seat holds the shape of his frame
Third rail hums a rhythm calls his name
My coil keeps the dark roast hot
Steam rises from the plastic pot
Trucker drinks and checks his phone
Rolling miles to call his own
Morning bleed smears gray on platform tile
He walks the ramp for the final mile
Empty cup dropped in the metal bin
Engine turns over let the miles begin
My coil keeps the dark roast hot
Steam rises from the plastic pot
Trucker drinks and checks his phone
Rolling miles he's heading home
Compressor hums the platform clears
Next cup waits for the morning shift
