My Kitchen is my Living Room…

Living in an RV, not much room there is you see,

My kitchen is right next to my living room is where it be,

My dining room, a part of the same area the place for me,

The den and living room all the same for everyone to see…

The bedroom apart, and the bath a closet,

Or so it seems when the door is closed,

So tight the quarters, the bath feels like a coffin,

Little insulation to keep out the cold,

None to be considered sound proofing,

So the plop, plop in the bathroom can be heard, and any coughin’…

But it is our home, old Rufuz and I; we call it Rainbow Zen,

Peace sign on the nose of the old wreck, right now it doesn’t run,

Bumper stickers on the back, covering up bad paint,

Grateful Dead, Hendrix, Lennon, & Sabbath,

Statements of road philosophy for others to read,

As we boogie on down the road, hopefully they do so with care,

Wouldn’t want to be the cause of any accidents out there…

                        © ed ~ 8/16/04