Image: The farewell breakfast a Jaqino's Lamesa

 

75) We sang we spoke we played, last night new friendships were made

Lyric verse an' rhyme some of us meetin' for the first time

Shake hands, smile an' hug bitten by the friendship bug

Get down have a blast new friendships sure to last

Event sure ain't been in vain we're all wantin' to come back again

Distance between us short or large but for not it's "Bon Voyage".

 

76) Got to travel many a mile, but first breakfast Mexican style

Like a such there may have been too much

A simple task, for a to go box I'll ask

But this came to nought as I cleared my plate thinin' must hsvr been hungrier than I first thought

 

77) Thom's runnin' back to Austin, on the Interstate you'll find him

Trev like his side kick runnin'  along behind him

In Thom's car you'll see, Bob an' Sarah makin it three

Behind Trev's in the car on his own, preferring to drive alone

Sayin' if I don't have with me kin or kith, there's only myself to argue with

But I'm never lonely on the road cos' whenever I depart 

My passengers are my friends that travel in my heart

 

78) The coffee in my cup as cold

It didn't matter but what really hurt

Was when I flipped the lid, I spilled some down my shirt

 

79) Thom did tell, Happy Jack ain't to well

soon in his life he's goin' under the knife

Happy Jack a life's star player, a character at Ruta Maya

So we ask it is our will, hoping the surgeon's skill

Will give us back Happy Jack

So we can say "Happy Jack welcome back".

 

80) Tour on track, in Austin I'm back

End of my ride, Hot Mammas outside

Reciti'n life's joys an' woes where anything goes

When on the day if you got something to say 

Young or old, shy or bold

Simple minded or sage, just get on stage

Speak to the people, to the birds on the tree bough

Just speak and speak now

 

81) Thom led, down the highway we sped

Overtakin' without quakin' law breakin' progress makin'

Lllano Thom turned right, looked in teh mirror an I was gone

Down 29 I'd carried on

Not lost or in a fix, a better way to my Motel 6

No time for unpackin' cos' for time I was lackin'

To Hot Mammas where I was happier not sorrier 

When Thom said "glad you made it Road Warrior".

 

82) Hot Mammas was fun, outside recitin' in the sun

Journey back done, an it'll all be fine, cos' there's Kick Butt from 7 till 9

 

83) There's no ten-hut at Kick Butt

Just grab your page and take the stage

Sing, say, or play, get up and recite, it's Sunday Poetry Night

Smoothie, mocha or capuccino, but don't lay to heavy on the vino

Coffee black or with creamer, just the place for a poet and dreamer.

 

84) Trev the Road Poet's my name, writer of light verse my claim to fame

Been with Thom an' Bob to Lamesa, again for the poetry not the pizza

Written about my travels, how each journey unravels

By day or night, inspiration star still shining bright

An' it's all goin fine, cos' this is today's poem nunber 9

At the end of my roam back in my spiritual poetry home