Image: Mural on a restroom wall on Interstate 77

 

28.04.13: 136) They thought it was awesome,

Almost moresome

What did I do to give such delight?

I shared my malt vinegar

At the Pachanga dinner last night

 

137) I couldn’t dwell, time to bid farewell

No goodbye tear but “see you next year”.

It was dark but warm like the calm before the storm

Engine fired, I was thinkin’ how I’d been inspired

Almost all the time puttin’ it into rhyme

My travellin’ story an’ tales of poetic glory

 

138) Headin North makin’ my way lookin’ ahead, dirty clouds of grey

Say again dawning, another travellin’ mornig

Another journey, another tour, and another poetry score

 

139) Indicator blinkin’ overtakin’ I’m thinkin’

About where I’ve been an’ what I’ve seen

New poems spoken, new ground broken

New friends made in the short time I stayed

Headlights flashin’ past me he’s dashin’

Payin’ no mind to the cop car behind

Speed seems ove 97, didn’t know this was highway to heaven

Accelerator to the floor, knock, knock knockin’ on heavens door

I’m still goin’ cars in front slowin’

Speedster stopped, he’s been copped

Past him drivers go slow as if enjoyin’ a side show

From their cars lookin’ while he gets a bookin’

Progress slow an’ erratic, now slowin’ more almost static

Slowin to the speed of the old pioneering trekkers,

An’ I’m thinkin’ “Move it rubber neckers”

 

140) Highway 77, Interstate 37

Through town after town the rain pouring down

Music playin’ inspiration soaring rain still pouring

Makin’ my way, no rain stop play

Sun came out, road dryin’ along it I was flyin’

Stilled my road machine to take on gasoline

Brief journey stall, gave Thom a call

He said “I’ve a hunch come for lunch

An’ if you’ve a will sit an’ chill”.

GPS set, my best bet

San Antonio an’ then, along the 410

Austin and turned right, along Ben White

Soon in front of Thom’s I turned, the Road Warrior had returned

 

141) Spinach, chicken an’ rice sure tasted nice

Then Tom saids “fill these eggs with dried rice”.

So I’m makin’ something to be shakin’

Co’s it’ll soon be time for an afternoon of rhyme

Hot Mammas where anything goes as the poetry flows

An’ there’s no strife with characters larger than life

The findin’ Kick Butt ain’t to hard

It’s on Airport Boulevard

Been there more’n once so now I’m knowing

Which way to be goin’

Great pizza nut I’m not gonna sing “Oh solo mio”

Gonna have me a smoothie an’ a meat trio

When I’ve been fed, there’ll be poems to be read

Songs to sing before we take wing

Homeward flight wishing each other goodnight

An' the Road Warrior remembers to drive on the right

 

142) Driving to Hot Mammas hazards I’d seek

Not wanting a repeat of last week

When a cyclist wasn’t pleased, as past him my car I eased

He shouted as if in pain “get outa my *****’ lane

I stooped at the end of my ride, he pulled up at my side

What he said weren’t sweet, “you’re supposed to give me three ******’ feet

I said “sorry” apologising to the letter

He said “you should know *****’ better

Nothing more to say, I walked away

But could have been really crass

And said “hey ************ kiss my ***.