Being About A Troubadour

Homeless in every way
‘cept for in my soul.
Taking the long journey to
Nowhere.
With a battered up ‘ol guitar
And a song as endless
As the open highway
I search for something
I‘m sure I’ve found a thousand times
…yet still I’m restless
And unsatisfied.
So I’ll
Hitch a ride.

One day you will hear the
Noise from a slow moving train
And catch a glimpse of me
leaning against
An open rail car
And my dawns light stretched silhouette
Will say its goodbye as long as it can
As I settle on being about a troubadour.

Out from the hills
I seemingly will appear
like a prophet
Made up from the dust
To come and strum along
Your streets.
But please don’t put faith
In what I say…
Truly there is much more for me
To learn from you.
So lets be friends.

My way would seem fascinating
A journey one sees in dreams
yet suitcases stay un-packed.
Freedom is different for every heart
Night and day.
Don’t fantasize
Because I run and you all
Choose to stay.
Enjoy the song
Laugh and smile
a while
For soon I may be gone.

Loneliness is never good
But alone I’m seldom on my own.
Jesus sings and I listen.
He is an old black man with
Deep blues gene.
He’s a little child running
With holes in his shoes.
He is the beauty of a beat up
Tired woman.
He’s the comfort that
As a steel boot wonderer
fulfillment has finally been obtained
in my randomness.

Those that are many will never come to understand.

Have I loved?
I’ve loved.
In fact...
somewhere there is
A kettle of rose tea waiting
For me.
Put on the fire by a woman
Who waits patiently.
But stars and dirt and
Rain and lakes and
Oceans…howling coyotes
Singing birds, the sun, large mountains
deep valleys and the cracked concrete streets in every city
call to me
and have become that utmost beauty
I can’t live without.

The slow moving majestic clouds
I blame
For my domestic imperfections.
It’s a passion to be part of
The earth’s symphony
That gives me direction.
I hope one day
When you love elsewhere
there will be forgiveness
and you will understand
That I was born homeless
In every way ‘cept for in my soul
As I settled on being about a troubadour.