Words from Route 66

And so and so…

We found our tired selves in a café down from the last show at Chappel Hill, North Carolina,

And with southern hospitality, sat amongst the eggs and the bottomless coffee, we deciding the night’s destination…The red truck’s direction. 

Then it and the bill was settled.

West and south to Nashville…En route to Texas and a date with the rest of the converging droves making their way.

A little country. A sketchy motel. A tale or two, a Johnny Cash drop.

A sniff of Music Row.

A chance to create and breathe before the madness of Texas…and in that aftermath I sit upon the road again.

Austin…you little shedevil amongst the bible belt.

The kids and youthful energy,

The bleed of a hundred bars and a thousand guitars and amongst the cacophony, the buzz of pilgrimage, music and the sticky humidity, the endless parties, side glances, places to be and places you can’t be,

something reassuring about us and what the hell we are doing on this planet, let alone in this country.

The party must end, but a reaffirmation pokes it’s head out from the mist of hangovers and congested traffic north to Dallas.

And the music.

Thank you to the sine waves and the roadies.

Austin…I’m a little bit in love.

And so and so…

I’m sipping my bitter roadside coffee and we’re on the 66 heading east from Oklahoma. 

Three and a half weeks since the start of this chapter, two birthdays and a baby odyssey in between…

The heaven’s opened and amongst a heavy downpour we float the red van bound for new york (another lover)

and whatever awaits us on the other end of these grey clouds.

Words from Route 66

And so and so…

We found our tired selves in a café down from the last show at Chappel Hill, North Carolina,

And with southern hospitality, sat amongst the eggs and the bottomless coffee, we deciding the night’s destination…The red truck’s direction. 

Then it and the bill was settled.

West and south to Nashville…En route to Texas and a date with the rest of the converging droves making their way.

A little country. A sketchy motel. A tale or two, a Johnny Cash drop.

A sniff of Music Row.

A chance to create and breathe before the madness of Texas…and in that aftermath I sit upon the road again.

Austin…you little shedevil amongst the bible belt.

The kids and youthful energy,

The bleed of a hundred bars and a thousand guitars and amongst the cacophony, the buzz of pilgrimage, music and the sticky humidity, the endless parties, side glances, places to be and places you can’t be,

something reassuring about us and what the hell we are doing on this planet, let alone in this country.

The party must end, but a reaffirmation pokes it’s head out from the mist of hangovers and congested traffic north to Dallas.

And the music.

Thank you to the sine waves and the roadies.

Austin…I’m a little bit in love.

And so and so…

I’m sipping my bitter roadside coffee and we’re on the 66 heading east from Oklahoma. 

Three and a half weeks since the start of this chapter, two birthdays and a baby odyssey in between…

The heaven’s opened and amongst a heavy downpour we float the red van bound for new york (another lover)

and whatever awaits us on the other end of these grey clouds.

Posted 2 years ago

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