Sunday, June 20, 2010

Sitting in a truckstop waiting for what ever comes off the ramp.looking for a bluejeaned road woman with many miles on her face, sunsets in her eyes, and faded maps in her heart. The road calls like a nagging ex, where are you, where you been, when ya coming home, you owe me.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Hey all, sorry about the lack of imput lately. Life interferes. I need a cold drink, a hot woman and a cool poem. I will be around. Later