move-on

back-on the bus…all too familiar America…this depot in Toledo… station in Pittsburgh….all filled with second class travelers…vagabonds seeking homes…old land with  new hopes…

these highways and roads…signs advertising, Best Chilli in Town, and, See Sam Irvine for all Insurance needs, i will…i will…laughing…looking out at a midnight blue…with a devil-faced moon aglow…what promises tonight…

in and out of Depakote dreams…Trazadone trips of deep sleep…only for a few…then it’s back to America…a picture the way i left-it… nothing’s changed…nothing…

jazz riffs rattle within…Miles plays So What while the Jersey lights shimmer in summer heat..New York’s just over there…back to bohemia…

returning to the scene of the crime…the pill-pushers…the teenage runaways…homeless vets with cardboard signs…and commerce…commerce…commerce…all that could be loved or in love maybe outta love lies here…at your service…

and concrete feels the same…hustlers look the same…this city is the same…this will not change…the pain is still the same…

where ever you go is where you are…a piece of soul in every town…

just pick-up the pieces and move-on…move-on…nothing is ever settled…

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