You park the rig on ancient stone
Engine dies with heavy groan
Tires press through centuries deep
Cobblestones remember sleep
Rome wakes slow for truckers like you
Steam curls from your dented cup
The piazza holds its morning dew
Before the espresso wakes it up
Your rig wears rust like medal earned
Chrome dulled by rain and salt and burn
Fenders map each mile you've run
Scars from roads you can't outrun
Rome wakes slow for truckers like you
Steam curls from your dented cup
The piazza holds its morning dew
Before the espresso wakes it up
You watch the bakery unlock
Flour dust floats round the corner block
Apron strings tie tight on waist
Morning smells you slowly taste
Rome wakes slow for truckers like you
Steam curls from your dented cup
The piazza holds its morning dew
Before the espresso wakes it up
Pedal steel cries through open window
Harmonica answers low and mellow
Two strangers sharing silent space
Before the rush begins the race
Camera clicks your weathered face
Lines etched deep by wind and grace
Shutter catches what eyes miss
Trucker king of dawn's abyss
Rome wakes slow for truckers like you
Steam curls from your dented cup
The piazza holds its morning dew
Before the espresso wakes it up
Rome wakes slow for dreamers like you
Cobblestones drink coffee too
Engine coughs to life again
Rome swallows you like ancient friend