If I could go back in time
I wouldn’t change a thing I’ve done
or didn’t do
I wouldn’t stay in, the night I met you.

I would travel to the time of the beats
How nice it is to imagine “ leaving town”
with no trace
except the ones I choose.

To live in a motel
Come and go as I please
Smoke cigarettes and drink beer
Eat the food without the junk

Wander to different towns
Taking odd jobs
Meeting different women
They don’t have to be beautiful

Never getting too close
or too familiar
Putting out my thumb
never getting left behind

I don’t need big lights
or white beaches
American small towns
and their niches

In a time people still ramble
To live offline
Call home from a phone with a cord
And say “ I’m doing fine.”