When short and running a cross country race
The short guys know when to pick up the pace
Just as we start up the hills
For we know they’ll be some spills
Odds say the tall men may fall on their face
Today’s thought
Tomorrow’s venture
Bags packed
Wheels ready to spin
A Greyhound bus open road ready to begin
The journey through state to state
Stopping at towns being no mistake
Four days travel
Freeway wind
Various interstate routes
Distance far
Bus comfort than a car
Recline and relax
America’s acquaintance
Passerby wave
High Mountains up look
Heart of hope
The sense of cope
A friendly hand
Goodness in the land
Major cities after major cities observe
Into the morning, Night and next days
Soon to arrive
Refreshing sights that only the Greyhound Bus can provide
America’s beauty seen through the eyes
The skies being wise
Wonders never seen
Up close and personal
Travel to remember
Heart and Soul amber.
I-95, I-80, I-78 or Route 1
Destined schedule with luggage
The journey
The start
The Distance
Long haul ride
Recline and Relax
Rest stops
Destined Towns and Major Cities
High Mountains
The uphill and downhill range
Highways to off ramps
Panoramic scenery
Towns people wave
Feeling of welcome
America’s history reflecting back
4 Days in Hours, Minutes and Seconds
Life thought of reckon
Observe and admire
Sunrise to sundown
The journey on until
Arrival to Destined finale
The educate and Learn
Hounding the Greyhound bus gateway
The ride a getaway.
waxed skis glide smoothly
tracks on fresh, crisp, moonlit snow
frozen woodland sounds
me and you on a poor man's cross country trip
we never run out of gas
we never eat all the snacks
we do not need any ice for the cooler
we don't even need to get any drinks
all we are doing is looking at houses in other parts of this "small", rural city
our mouths are still like "smuahhhhh!"
our faces still have looks of surprise
we might as well be on "house hunters" as many times as we say "OH WOWWWW!"
we know good and well we cannot afford half the houses that we see
however, we speak in feeble british accents and pretend like we can
"UM, YES, OLE CHAP, OUR BUDGET IS A HUNDRED BILLION POUNDS!"
"HOW ABOUT WE TALK ABOUT IT OLL OVER A SPOT OF TEA?"
yeah....in our dreams, but in reality, we are having fun and enjoying each other's company
it is like....we are on vacation....GO FIGURE!!!!!
I called you to say
Hello
and you called out ...
Hello ... Hello?
hanging up on my silence.
What game is this I play?
I came to you to hold me.
Cross-country affair
doesn't seem now
what was there then
within your silence.
Goodbye, goodbye
to Tallulah, Louisiana
naked poverty stark.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the meteorite crater
ever always opened in
desert silence.
Is it wrong for me to want you
when in the end you are not mine,
always to another bound
on lifes' road?
Is it wrong for me to hold you
in my thoughts each day
when in other arms you lie,
and as I do not wait
lying in arms to dread
in silence.
I will not love you
if love may yet remain
between you two
while I am yet one
listening forever to
road calls.
Hello ... hello?