Odd Hours, Odd Scent Mixes

An unprompted poem inspired by some smells I took in on my walk to the grocery store this morning.  I was immediately reminded of truck drivers for some reason and pondered that maybe some of them live by these smells (albeit diesel is probably what they'd smell).  My second uncle is a truck driver, actually, but he doesn't talk about it a whole lot, so I'm not sure if this is really accurate.

Again, I don't often do haiku, but sometimes what I have to say just fits.  I think maybe I've been watching the YouTuber jacksfilms too much; he does various haiku specials.