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Who is ..

Knowing the night will end.

Classic trucking in the high dessert.

The small town pub in the steaming Georgia swamp.

Drunk outside at a quarter to two.

Knowing she is out there somewhere, Searching for her.

A long hike on a hot day waiting for the moon.

Singing along.

The car in the slow lane laughing at the cars in the fast lane.

Tough customer who has coupons and a check book in the 10 items or less isle.

Sublime album on random and repeat all night.

A top down, Jeep rollin through small towns.

A broken heart not wanting to mend.

Alone.

A solo drinker.

A time traveler.

Aware of the distance between us.

A feeling in a distant woman's heart.

A fisherman.

The person who in the group asks why.

That guy who wears the shirt, of the band he is going to see.

The guy who wears flip-flops with a loud Hawaiian shirt and a cowboy hat.

The guy who drinks too much.

The guy who works out too much.

Homeless.

An American.

Lost.

Burglar of an off shore yaght.

Criminal of the heart.

A flight risk.

Off the shelf.

On time.

Lost in a Mexican town, looking for the resort.

Up all night.

Drinking beer at noon on Thursday.

Laugh out loud joker.

Best served chilled.

Blender full of blues.

Good Samaritan who helps strangers for no reason what so ever.

Wanted in Vegas

Not wanted in Montana

Not allowed back into Canada -ever again.

Trespasser.

Secret agent.

Waking up with someone I never met.

Searching for something.

Not the hero.

Shakespeare fodder.

Tragic love story.

Hopeless romantic hopelessly alone.

Treasure hunter.

Amateur philosopher.

Believer.

A back road.

Very loud punk rock music playing in the distance.

Fan of a woman singing.

Unloved.

Glass of warm wine watching the sunset on Arazona.

Midnight in the Bronx.

3 strange days in Rikers.

Wanted in 4 of 5 burros of New York City.

Unwanted in Newark.

SOBERING up in Atlantic City.

Shooting bottle rockets at Canada from Detroit.

Smuggler

World traveler

Florida's most wanted.

Broken in Brownsville again.

Wiring money to Mexico.

Getting my own money in Mexico.

Stuffed at Whattaburgger in El Paso.

Sitting on a bucket watching Illegal Mexicans crossing the border and considering the implications of those actions on a national scale as well as a very personal scale.

Avoiding Truth and Consciences, New Mexico at all cost.

Midnight Confessional on a radio in Chicago.

Time wasted.

Pittsburg party on the bridge at 3 am after the clubs closed.

Never allowed back onto the bridge of the Victoria Clipper again.

Best friend to the soon to be chief of the Cherokee tribe still not allowed on the res.

Root on your machine kid.

Reading your email.

Sniffing packets.

Browsing private networks.

Holding my sons hand.

Playing in the park.

Too drunk to drive.

Just rolling.

Praying to not run out of gas in Kansas.

On the phone all night talking to a girl.

Holding on, hanging up, changing directions, not looking back.

Moving forward.

History in a suitcase, in a stolen private plane at a small airport outside Hartford.

Simple.

Coffee stained.

Conqueror of the Vermonster.

Burnt.

Wise words from a homeless hippi traveler trying to find someone who is not real.

A ride cross country for a woman who was cheated out of love; her friend.

Resolution kept.

Not your muse.

Far from finished.

Thinking about my true love alone in Moab.

Destination uncertain.

Still in love with that stupid song.

A best friend.

Living the lie and lieing about it.





… still going.

Lost.




Found?




I am right here.. waiting for you..


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