My Truck Is My Home
Sleep is a bride I can never find,
not on nights behind this steering wheel
Night spiders and aphids are on my mind
and watching them explore my windshield feels almost surreal
The lights of the lot illuminate this new playground
a concrete field dotted with strays
The lively twilight nature makes is sound
as hungry dogs come out to play
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