The Road
Out on the road is a life void of, the laughter of contented children
and that feeling you get as you ……
watch them in peaceful slumber …
and kiss them goodnight
Out on the road is a cracked door leading to the bone chilling cold
of the bedroom of typhoid Mary
where to enter is to risk it all…
and even to leave physically unscathed..
you are haunted by the unyielding knocking from the bare knuckles on
the persistent hands of conscience
Out on the road is loneliness ..
The ghostly breathing walls of a hotel room which..
collects the secrets of many …
and then secretes them in nightly imagined banter
until your locked, room door, invites you out into the perilous night
Out on the road is the stuff of broken dreams…
(not always your own)
and that feeling you get as you ……
watch them in peaceful slumber …
and kiss them goodnight
Out on the road is a cracked door leading to the bone chilling cold
of the bedroom of typhoid Mary
where to enter is to risk it all…
and even to leave physically unscathed..
you are haunted by the unyielding knocking from the bare knuckles on
the persistent hands of conscience
Out on the road is loneliness ..
The ghostly breathing walls of a hotel room which..
collects the secrets of many …
and then secretes them in nightly imagined banter
until your locked, room door, invites you out into the perilous night
Out on the road is the stuff of broken dreams…
(not always your own)
For the loneliness spreads like a slow moving cancer.
Like an operatic voice that shatters the glass
on the brittle reality
Out on the road is nightly debauchery
Leaning on friends filled with misery,
dragging you down into their reality
Loving the company…
Acting hard and tough and hiding the frailty
Out on the road are late nights and even longer days
long past 9 am til you come out of the haze
Working your fingers to the bone ..
but you send ONLY the money home
and you Roam..
and you Roam
and you Roam
Out on the road you get lost along the way
You stare back in silent disgust at the sullen bloodshot eyes ..
and into your all knowing reflection you try to lie
and sometimes all alone in your borrowed bed you even ……..
C alls you never made
R eality setting in
Y earning loved ones left behind
Out on the road you often Dance with the Devil
but she never lets you lead
she loves to watch you bleed
she merely plants a seed
leaves you wallowing in need
But you never find that Shiny fiddle made of Gold
and in the end the Devil gets your soul
Out on The Road……
Copyright 2010 Todd C All Rights Reserved
Like an operatic voice that shatters the glass
on the brittle reality
Out on the road is nightly debauchery
Leaning on friends filled with misery,
dragging you down into their reality
Loving the company…
Acting hard and tough and hiding the frailty
Out on the road are late nights and even longer days
long past 9 am til you come out of the haze
Working your fingers to the bone ..
but you send ONLY the money home
and you Roam..
and you Roam
and you Roam
Out on the road you get lost along the way
You stare back in silent disgust at the sullen bloodshot eyes ..
and into your all knowing reflection you try to lie
and sometimes all alone in your borrowed bed you even ……..
C alls you never made
R eality setting in
Y earning loved ones left behind
Out on the road you often Dance with the Devil
but she never lets you lead
she loves to watch you bleed
she merely plants a seed
leaves you wallowing in need
But you never find that Shiny fiddle made of Gold
and in the end the Devil gets your soul
Out on The Road……
Copyright 2010 Todd C All Rights Reserved
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