40 West.

Here i am again
running with the truckers and gamblers of the late night highways.
I forever ask myself what this is about, this journey.
Is it a journey of the heart ?
I could go home and settle back into a day job with the endless wash of
day
to
day.
the alarm set 20 minutes ahead
knowing it's set 20 minutes ahead
the shrilling ring of the 5th and final snooze
going to the same job
same place
same people
arriving at the same time
departing at the same time
knowing i can pay my phone bill
sleep in my bed
eat 3 meals a day
have a safe haven
a nest to defuse in
Home.

but i chose this road
this hard concrete
with wearing tires
weary brakes
a direction unknown.
we gamble out here
with cards held tight to our chest
the hearts on our sleeves
the jokers running wild
the clubs in our pockets
the spades on our side
the diamonds left for dreaming

I'm out here with the gamblers
and we're in it to win
together and alone
among these highways
searching,
searching for
" "

Andy / Little Rock, AR 5.29.09