Towing tow trucks

I am the nights whisper, the shadowed sentinel, the keeper of chrome and quiet steel
I haul not just metal and muscle, but the ghosts of roads and the dreams that time forgot.
Under the velvet black, my flatbed cradles a silver beast
a vintage monolith, its grille a crown, its wheels like ancient coins,
a relic of roaring engines and open highways, now hushed,
bound for a museum where itll be worshipped by the weary,
the curious, the lovers of the old and the forgotten.
I am the custom auto hauler, the poet of pavement,
the silent conductor of steel and soul,
my lights are the stars that guide the lost and the proud,
my journey a hymn to the machines that once ruled the asphalt,
now resting, not in graveyards, but in the arms of a truck that knows their worth.
I move in silence, a shadow with purpose,
carrying the past like a childs favorite toy,
but with a reverence only the night can grant.
So if you hear the rumble, if you see the glow,
know this: Im not just towing a truck Im transporting a legacy,
a story written in chrome and steel,
waiting to be told, to be felt, to be loved,
by the next generation of dreamers and drifters.
I am the quiet thunder.
I am the keeper of the dream.
I am the nights most loyal poet.

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