@bigmike

for my dad, who taught me to drive and to never leave a man stranded. miss you, pop

shoutout to the diner off exit 114. you know what you did (it was the pie)

sunrise over the plains hits different from a cab. wish you could all see it

home in two days. counting every mile

first one. howdy space, this is Big Mike

we drive big rigs full of everything y'all need and nobody waves anymore. wave at a trucker

coffee number six. the road provides

to my kids: daddy's bringing home donuts, and also i sent a message to space, beat that

trucker's prayer: green lights, full thermos, empty bladder, amen

saw a shooting star and figured i'd send one back

3am somewhere in nebraska. just me, the road, and this app now

missing my wife's cooking at mile marker 300. sending love west