You rolled in when the moon was high
Tires humming a lullaby
Parked where the Spanish Steps descend
Engine coughing near the end
Rust blooms orange on your cab's cold crown
Dawn lifts the tarp on this Roman town
Eighteen wheels kiss the cold cobblestone
Hours before the first espresso's known
I frame you in my finder's eye
Silver cab on terracotta sky
Morning hides your windshield glass
Waiting for the morning mass
Rust blooms orange on your cab's cold crown
Dawn lifts the tarp on this Roman town
Eighteen wheels kiss the cold cobblestone
Hours before the first espresso's known
Your logbook holds a thousand runs
Paris Prague and
