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Back Road to Nowhere

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Back Road to Nowhere


He was a traveling man,
never stayed in one place too long
At every bar and tavern he visited,
he loved to play his favorite song
He was a rambling man,
just doing the best he can
After a hot meal, shower and a shave,
he was off hitting the road again
Him and his guitar
traveled many miles together
in his old '72 Mustang car
He knew every back road from here to there
Aah, the women he met
Ooh, the women he loved
They were his favorite fans,
always there to greet him
whenever he rolled into their town
They loved the excitement
he brought to their mundane lives,
they didn't mind passing him around
Of his serious relationship, none did ever last
they would start off with a blast,
then fizzle out, like a rocket out of gas
Still, he knew every back road from here to there
Aah, the women he met
Ooh, the women he loved
Complications sometimes arose from angry husbands
and jealous boyfriends wearing lumberjack gloves
Every now and then,
he might have to make a mad dash
So don't be alarmed
if you see him running across your backyard grass
He's just leaving town real quick
in his trusty old car that still runs real fast
Hitting the back road to nowhere,
taking every dim lit road from here to there

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 1/17/2017 9:56:00 AM
This man seemed to be very busy getting into trouble. I enjoyed your poem.
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Date: 11/30/2016 11:34:00 PM
Life is what we make it. Great portrait.
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Date: 11/30/2016 9:41:00 PM
Ah, what a life! If only! Haha. Top shelf write as usual RW!
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Date: 11/30/2016 6:37:00 PM
Really enjoyed this. Sounds like someone I used to know.
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Date: 11/30/2016 5:51:00 PM
Nice, Freddie. There sure are different ways to live our lives. Best, Doug ("on the road" since 1985).
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Date: 11/30/2016 5:11:00 PM
Really cool Freddie, I found myself humming "Gimme three steps" in the middle of this entertaining and engaging poem. I have known someone just like this from my past, I wonder if he's still kicking. Thanks for sharing this my friend.
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