walking up the east coast
I studied history for a time
and in Charleston one evening
I wrote a poem .
played "original" songs in Charlotte
drank and danced with new friends every night
but after the 4th I packed it up and again
heard the call of the road .
making my way straight north
following the highway signs
I stopped just up the river in West Virginia
to rest traveled and weary bones .
laid out beside the Ohio
soaking up the sunshine
with my guitar, ruck sack and a dollar for the hat
totaling everything I own .
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
walking up the east coast
I studied history for a time
and in Charleston one evening
I wrote a poem .
played "original" songs in Charlotte
drank and danced with new friends every night
but after the 4th I packed it up and again
heard the call of the road .
making my way straight north
following the highway signs
I stopped just up the river in West Virginia
to rest traveled and weary bones .
laid out beside the Ohio
soaking up the sunshine
with my guitar, ruck sack and a dollar for the hat
totaling everything I own .
don't really like this much , for reasons , but I dig the way it ends .. so, i'll probably come back and cut all but that if I can use it somewhere :)
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