The highway ROLLED
on a melancholy hum
the petulant WHEELS
provided the strum
The interstate crawled
at the pace of a SNAIL
The gas station coffee
was refreshingly STALE
The road was HUNGRY
so I fed it it's meal
three shiny pieces
that shone like STEEL
She raised her arm
to signify she was FULL
this life on the road
it's never DULL
Sooooo.....
Here comes the FUN
10 sovereign lanes
convene into ONE
I speed up
I slow down
I turn slightly LEFT
A man and his muse
is always DEFT
I picked up a man
who held out his THUMB
He outlasted the rain
And we balled numbly DUMB
Oh the ode
to Kerouac's Road
And the proteges of
that man Tom Joad
Wander and wonder
let the story be told
The world wore heavy
on your hero and mine
His knees buckled
until it broke his spine
His weary friend
offered to bind
his awful mind
with a bottle of wine
and a pack of cigarettes
if they got the time
Oh the bars don't close
until we say they do
We're new in town
goood-lookin
and who are you?
That's ok
We gotta place to stay
Don't gotta go out your way
to tell us nay
Our perversion for diversion
will fulcrum this ship's submersion
More on that later, back to the merging
AND the night does BECKON
I'm hopefully lost
the needle's on empty
and refuge is SOUGHT
I won't sleep anywhere
not at any COST
So exit 495
and the rest area PARKING LOT
In my sleeping bag driver's seat
comfort no hotel
could have BOUGHT
Throughout the twilight
so spent my night
alone as a broken bone
sun bleached in Georgia O'Keefe
Arise with the sunrise
to let me know
that I am home
Friday, March 21, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
One whore town
One whore town
Mama got a job
in a one whore town
not much to do
'cept lie around
daddy's gone
but the bills remain
envelopes everyday
got a different stain
she'd pick us up
in her pick up truck
rode shotgun
if i got the luck
me and sis
was close of age
we helped mama out
with minimum wage
tough being mama
five kids to raise
got a bit of money
but nothing saved
kept under the sheets
how them bills get paid
Mama got a job
in a one whore town
not much to do
'cept lie around
daddy's gone
but the bills remain
envelopes everyday
got a different stain
she'd pick us up
in her pick up truck
rode shotgun
if i got the luck
me and sis
was close of age
we helped mama out
with minimum wage
tough being mama
five kids to raise
got a bit of money
but nothing saved
kept under the sheets
how them bills get paid
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