27 October 2012

Back Roads

Hand

A thousand miles of black top

Stick to my feet

An ancient map of the B roads

Burned into the back of my hands

A sign that says drifter

Written on my forehead

These old back roads

Wind like my dreams

Off into nowhere

And back again by morning

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3 comments:

  1. I am taken by the this exquisite passenger lullaby, I could sing "I was born under wandering star"

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  2. I meant to say, by the deep sonar resonance of it

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  3. Thank you Lolita - for your kind comment

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