Image: I-37 from Live Oak County Rest Area

 

26.04.2015 – 129) From the hotel I’m about to alight

An’ I see to my delight

Breakfast room open so breakfast I’ll take

Means I’ve one les break to take

Perfect start to the day,

An’ take some fruit to eat on the way

Car stowed now hit the road

It’s northwards again I go an’ once again with a John Wayne “Yo”

 

130) Radio station 96.9 comin’ through fine

How a radio station should be family friendly an’ commercial free

An' When it’s out of range, to anther station I’ll change

Immigration control I didn’t play the fool

I just answered his questions and he replied “cool”

Then waved ne on my way an’ I wished him a nice day

Then gave the engine some gun as once more northwards I run

Keep within the limit, cos’ lookin’ in the mirror I find

In the car close behind

A State Trooper, an’ I don’t want to be a party pooper

He drives past an’ later I see

He’s pulled someone over, I’m glad it’s not me

New radio station music flowin’ an’ I’m really goin’

Sign says San Antonio 57 should be there before eleven

Road’s clear, progress makin’ no need for risk takin’

Soon San Antonio’s pas, an hour later Austin at last

So to the motel for my last nights stay

Unload then away to enjoy the remainder of my final day

It’s my will to find somewhere quiet and chill

Before I recite at Kick Butt on my final night

 

131) Taking myself away on my final day

Somewhere I can be at one with me

Off the beaten track, sun on my back

Hear the breeze blowin’ through the trees

Bringin’ the sounds of nature singin’

Takin’ stock watchin’ a squirrel scamper over a rock

Watchin’ the birds flyin’ free and being at one with me

 

132) Back at the motel resting on my bed

In readines for the night ahead

When it’ll be time to do my final rhyme

Shut my eyes a while, relax n’ smile

The call of sleep the stronger, they stayed shut longer

Than expected from my bed I ejected

Myself quicker than an Irish jig to get to my final gig

 

133)  Final gig, final score back at the motel once more

Last night of my roam, tomorrow it’s the plane home

New friends made, new gigs found, once more broken new ground

All three Texas Poetry Festivals attended

More poems written n’ quite a few rendered

An tomorrow once again I’ll be homeward bound