OldTroubador's blog post - Gear Jammer

He’s just your average gear jammer
Hitting the road like Thor’s hammer
Dragging a box every night and day
Hauling your freight cross the U.S. of A.

Drop into ninth, the gears catch with a growl
Go over the top, hit tenth, let her roll
Playing leapfrog passing one truck at a time
Then into the rocking chair; damn, need a rhyme

Fuel stop
Scale house
Construction cones
Accidents
Brake checks
Tire chain zones
Damn GPS
Recalculating
Speed trap ahead
Smokey is waiting

After he gets through all that he……
Has to push a little harder to show up early
And has to keep smiling when the customer’s surly

Rolls into a truck stop to park the old xxxxx
Still light in the west, but dark in the east
Graze through the salad bar, hey those are the breaks
Trying to eat healthy but missing those chicken fried steaks

Walks back through the lot, his bones aching, joints creaky
Climbs back into his rig, feeling weary and sleepy
He rolls into his bunk and lays down his head
A few hours sleep and he’ll do it again.

Running the roads like a hound from Hell
Sometimes that old truck feels like a prison cell
But there’s a special kind of freedom when pulling a load
Driving five hundred horses He’s the King of the Road

He’s just your average gear jammer
Hitting the road like Thor’s hammer
Dragging a box night and day
Hauling your freight cross the USA