I’m going to take a road trip

that I’ve dreamt of for so long

search for myself and who knows

what else might come along,

I’ll buy a bashed-up Chevrolet

or a vintage Oldsmobile

she’ll share the trip, keep me dry

I’ll name her “Sweet Lucille”,

cool music on the radio

from a host of FM jocks

I’ll sing out loud with windows down

a breeze blowing through my locks,

you see, I’ve also grown my hair long

got a nose ring and some tats

and grown a little goatee beard,

which looks a mite ersatz,

first stop will be the desert,

huge wide skies and cowboy rocks

meet the girl from Vanishing Point

wearing nothing but her socks,

I’ll find some hippies, drop some tabs

pick fights in remote bars

drink thin beer, write great words

and shout out to the stars,

my clothes will smell but what the hell,

no-one will give a fuck

out on the Mesa in solitude,

me and my beloved truck,

I’ll find what I think I’m looking for,

in nature’s hostile terrain

and if I miss important landmarks,

I can always come again,

you see it’s all about discovery

true reality, a test

me, nature and the elements,

a search to find what’s best,

I know I’ll come back a better man,

at peace, calm, full of Zen 

perhaps I’ll save up

chuck my job and do it all again,

but can I offer warnings,

to others yearning for the road

to find themselves a Shangri-la

become ‘no fixed abode’,

don’t listen to your inner-self

where common sense is sparse

be like me, a pipe-dreamer,

who stayed home sat on his arse

© GRS 10/24