you meet guys like that…

and it was really cold out there…hitch hikin’ through Kansas…no gas stations for miles…no diners to get a cup of coffee in…very few cars passin’ by…sometimes you’d see headlights…sometimes…

picked-up a ride from a trucker headin’ east…into Missouri…said he was goin’ to St. Louis…seemed as good a town as any in america…when you’re broke…you’re broke…the dollar only stretches so far…

dollar didn’t stretch far in Los Angeles… or Phoenix…Alberqurquee…Denver didn’t deliver…spent all that time runnin’ ’round…lookin’ for what…some kinda’ soul down deep inside…somethin’ only the road can bring outta’ you…only the road…

that trucker and I spent the whole night listenin’ to Art Bell…hearin’ tales of impending doom…clues pertaining to the end of the world…we’d both nod our heads in silence…not a word ‘tween us…just Art Bell’s voice comin’ through a tinny speaker…

night was clear as a bell…no stars…no clouds…easy for radio signals to transmit…easy to get lost in yourself…thinkin’ ’bout this women in Texarkana you once loved…pretty woman…real pretty…but stuck in her ways…guess they all are…

Sun came up just as we hit town…dropped me off in East St. Louis on the Illinois side…told me that in a couple of hours the strip joints would open up…tossed me a $50 and told me not to spend it all in one place…you meet guys like that…you meet guys like that…

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