By Don Kenton Henry
19 June 1977
I have known only lines and signs
the four months I've roamed
This land is my backyard, and the road is my home
My future lies on the map, on the seat
And one malfunctioning radio's
The only company I keep
As it rains
Though each passing car holds a friend I might meet
They have places to go, They have schedules to keep
But a stranger is a stranger
No matter his name
And just a smile would go a long way
When it comes with the rain
Breakfast for one, isn't really so bad
Lunch with the same—no unbearable strain
But dinner in a van
Off the road, by a can
Is a loneliness even a loner can’t stand
When it rains
And sanction in a truck stop
Brings no relief—from my blues
For a quarter in a juke box
gets three songs about you
And an empty-eyed waitress
only adds to the pain as I watch
her reflection in a window . . .
that is covered in rain
Though I keep telling myself
The extent of my past
can be seen in the rearview mirror
No one is fooled
It couldn't be clearer
It will rain . . .
It will rain . . .
It will rain . . .
For I have known lines and signs . . .
And you
Geez,
Was I having a pity party or what!
Thank goodness this was written in June of 1977
(just came across it while scanning a box of lost notes and photographs)
And I’m over it 🙂
– The Bard
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