Tough Guys

He’s not right…that boy over at the end of the bar…somethin’ wrong with him… Think so… Yeah…he keeps lookin’ over here…drinkin’ and lookin’ over here… At us… Yep…like he’s lookin’ for a fight…start some trouble… I could take care of him… Oh…I’m not worried…but…he keeps lookin’…like he wants somethin’… Sure he’s not starin’ at that […]

Sleep In Peace

He kept havin’ these dreams…these crazy dreams ’bout somebody chasin’ him through towns…cities…cross America…chasin’ him out on highways and gravel roads…down back alleys…always on the run… And he didn’t have a car or a truck…not on motor bike or bicycle…just his own two feet…kept runnin’ from this thing that he couldn’t get away from…thoughts in […]

Ain’t Nobody Free

He kept after ya didn’t he…chased ya all over this country…made ya run…what’s it like to be followed…never bein’ able to settle down anywhere…just keep on runnin’…never found you though did he…took off everywhere…New York…Chicago…Nashville…where ya goin’ next…I wonder about ya…maybe ya should head out West…get lost in Denver or Alberqurquee…maybe go out to Portland…heard […]

The Reality of Loneliness

He lived like a vampire…up all night till sunrise…talking to himself ’bout nothing particular…just liked to hear his own voice…kept him company… And he’d sleep during the day…had wild dreams of women and lilacs in Spring…visions of being with a wife…a blonde…brunette…some redhead with straight teeth and a pretty smile…dreamt ’bout em all…couldn’t get enough […]

the drive

he listened to the radio while drivin’ ‘cross Texas…rock stations…country…news talk…kept flippin’ back and forth…heard everything from Free Bird to Stand By Your Man…listened to people callin’ in from all over America…askin’ questions and makin’ statements ’bout the end of times comin’ soon…speculations on Israel and America takin’ on the world…said they read it in […]

It sure is funny

The parking lot was filled with all types of automobiles…vans…pickup trucks…a Mustang…two flat-tops with bobcats sittin’ up on ’em…a Wrangler Jeep… He gave ’em all a good look…he particularly liked the black Dodge pickup…wished he could just get inside and drive down the road like he used to…back when things were goin’ his way…’fore he […]

oh ye of little faith

in his younger days there was a belief in god…a naive belief that somthing, or, someone created the world inwhich he lived…a world of a mom and a dad…brothers and a sister…best friends to go down to the swimmin’ pool with on hot summer days in August…afternoon naps…smells comin’ in the windows of lilac and […]