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Vagabond (revisited)

 

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He might be Woody Guthrie or Jack Kerouac

hopping trains or thumbing his way down the road

searching for a soul

bathing in desert stars around a campfire

raging against the machine with the ghost of Tom Joad

you can spot his aimlessness by that mangy, tattered look

he’s the guy along the side of the road you didn’t pick up

the reason you avoid truck stops

He’s the graffiti on the side of a boxcar passing in the rain

fresh footsteps in new fallen snow disappearing into the woods

the one in the garden of sound striking a Jesus Christ pose

he reminds of freedom and he’s the reason you dream of leaving

When times become tight he finds solace in a bone orchard

revisiting memories of old friends

taking refuge under the cover of the moon

and when road stake runs low

his conscious never wavers from following the code

He’s a vagabond on the roll trekking far and wide

seeking anything he can find  to heal a fractured soul

on a black river of disconnection he rides

an asphalt ribbon carrying him from Smokey Mountains to Denver

across red desert sands where grains are fused like glass

reflecting back this flight as destiny slips through his hands

When storms come he seeks higher ground

winding through mountain peaks where shamans dwell

shedding his load in temples where secrets of ancients can be found

Possible futures silhouetted against a perpetually moving horizon

his driving thirst to push on, find answers that lay beyond

has only been whetted

so this vagabond rides into a tangerine sky

into destinations unknown, so many days on the run

too many days he has spent

chasing the sun

Vagabond

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He might be Woody Guthrie or Jack Kerouac

riding boxcars or on the road searching for a soul

Tom and his blood clan Joad

crossing the desert searching for work

any job will do

you can spot his hopelessness by that mangy, tattered look

You’ve seen him at highway rest stops and dive hotels

he’s the hitchhiker you didn’t pick up

the reason you avoid truck stops

He’s the graffiti on the side of a boxcar passing in the rain

fresh footsteps in new fallen snow

the one that looks like Jesus combing the beach

he reminds of freedom and he’s the reason you dream of leaving

When times become tight he finds solace in a bone orchard

dreaming of companions lost

taking refuge under the cover of the moon

a silver beam for a blanket pulled over weary head

When road stake runs low

he never wavers from following the code

 

I’m a vagabond on the roll

trekking far and wide, seeking anything I can find

to heal this fractured soul

On a black river of disconnection an asphalt ribbon carries me

from Smokey Mountains to Denver, seeking sanctuary

across red desert sands where grains are fused like glass

reflecting back this flight as destiny slips through my hands

When storms come and I’m seeking higher ground

winding through mountain passes where shamans dwell

I’ll shed my load in temples where secrets of ancients can be found

Possible futures I see

silhouetted against a perpetually moving horizon

and this driving thirst has been whetted

this thirst to push on, find answers that lay beyond

Destination unknown

this vagabond rides into a tangerine sky

so many days on the run

too many days I’ve spent

chasing the sun