Hitch Hiker

Travels from town to town

which ever way the wind blows

No need to settle in one place

To much to see so many

great people to meet.

Old jobs hear and their,

Bridges is the house of choice

He has no worrys

he feels no pain

The hwy is is map

they call him a tramp

everything he owns he

carrys on his back

hits the missions for showers and grub

out the door journey continues

honk if you see him as

you drive bye.


About https://poetbblog.wordpress.com

I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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