Traveler
He strolled into a local diner
Nobody knew him or his name,
The regulars just stared at him
Employees done much the same.
Blue jeans and dress shirt
An unfamilar person's face,
Not your typical tourist man
A man thats so out of place.
Quietly sits and eats alone
Don't stare at me he wants to shout,
But, instead he just finishes up
Paying his bill and walks out.
On to yet another journey
He will do this all again,
New people and scenery
Life as a salesman that never ends.
Copyright © Jodie Steward | Year Posted 2007
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