pieces of us…

travels…
town to town…
wandering roads…
wind-burned…
aimlessly walking…

slowed pace…
hope in a god…
soul grows wary…
bones ache…
where is the magic in poverty…

sleep under bridges…
naps in fields with weeds grown tall…
comfort gone…
no couch stretches on Saturday afternoons…
a hoody keeps me warm…

roads crossed…
Missouri…Oklahoma…Texas…New Mexico…
counting license plates…
keeping track of Viceroys…
smoke ’em if ya’ got ’em…

blinding white swept over a highway…
plows pass-by…
trucks from out East do not slow-down…
deadlines to meet…
my body knows no schedule…

the road again…
known too well…
what song will play through my head today…
which story will i remember…
a tale of us…

heard she was in New York…
doing time in corporate america…
business transactions…
contracts signed…
checks cleared…

her dreams came to life…
these american dreams…
the allure of money…
life’s riches…
titles taken…

was not for me…
a life of flights and morning trains…
t’was soul i longed-for…
hunger for redemption…
Lord give us our daily bread…

walk…
stroll to another town…
exiled from the big-time
alone with god…
was all i ever wanted…

our choices made…
decisions thought-out…
writing another line…
this poem…
pieces of us…

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