Stranger Along Route 66
bright blue sky with cotton ball clouds guides my road trip
Armed with tapes of folk songs from the seventies
I am uplifted by the scenery and Mama Cass.
Montana land is greening on all sides, proof of April showers
Songs are bursting out of my heart
I am out-singing the professionals!
Many discouraged me from taking this trip;
I felt an obsessive need; no idea where it originated.
Stranger along the highway waves as I fly past him.
I actually slow down and give him a human wave.
I am feeling charitable and generous. Should I give him a ride?
Maybe. I look back. What was his reaction?
He looks resigned. Maybe he needs some uplifting.
And I could use company.
I slam on my brakes and he comes running forward.
He leans in. “Peter Paul and Mary!” He exclaims.
My kind of guy.
The day just got better.
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