“It’s hot out yonder how’s ya’ll A/C doing?” Sentence taken from a rolling marquee in Texas.
Traveling at top speed through the Louisiana night listening to Hank Sr with the warm, humid night air pouring in the window.
A billboard promoting Hardee’s sits to the North.
I could settle down and be doing just fine, but I feel it’s time to pack when I hear that freight train rolling down the tracks. I love you baby, but when the Lord made me he made a ramblin’ man. When I’m gone don’t be sad. Just know I had love in my heart at one time or another. Love to carry me and protect me. Love to take me away from this place and one day to bring me home.
I’ve notice noticed everything is fried in this region. I saw a rubbish bag filled to the brim with fast food refuse.
That’s a at least three different Fast Food joints in one rubbish bag.
It made me wonder what do people in other countries eat while road tripping? Crepes, penne, burritos, rice? I know I ate alligator tonight.
Sometimes I wish I was still an old pine tree and not a man.
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Lonely as America, a throat pierced sound in the night.
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