takin’ off…

he’d write these stories ’bout men takin’ off in the middle of the night from some small town…either hitchen their way ‘cross america…or buyin’ a Greyhound ticket…one way…never wantin’ to return…

people’d ask if these stories were ’bout him…if he was one to leave at the drop of a hat…skip town over the least little thing…broken heart…loss of a job…goin’ on a bender that never ends…leavin’ ’cause that’s what he’s always done…just ‘comes second nature…

when he was a kid he bought a one way ticket to Los Angeles…paid $99 for it…leavin’ from this small Midwestern town…headin’ west through Missourri…Oklahoma…Texas…New Mexico…Arizona…he remembered all that red clay…just mountains of it…like painted walls… all that cheap food at roadside joints where the bus would stop…Frito-pie eaten out of a bag…the night air smell of alfalfa in Indigo…purple landscapes…

and he was readin’ Sam Shepard at a bus stop in Fullerton…some reason he’d made his way out there and didn’t know why…didn’t know where he was goin’…just wanted to see this land of Sun…California…just walked ’round for days…no agenda…nothin’ at stake…not a dime to his name…not a care in the world…

called the old man to let him know he was out there…pop was stayin’ at this hotel downtown…blocks away from The Hamburger Hamlet…took him there for dinner… talked and he asked…,boy…why you always runnin’ away…? didn’t have no good answer…said he could continue livin’ on the streets like some vagabond…or he’d buy him a ticket back home…back home…where he’d continue to leave again and again and again…always on the road…always leavin’…

he’d write these stories ’bout men takin’ off in the middle of the night from some small town…either hitchin’ their way ‘cross america…or buyin’ a Greyhound ticket…one way…never wantin’ to return…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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