Where it started (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Where it started
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
Not rated by the Author.

Save

Dirt track and shine hold hands at the fair
Captain was working on chaw saw old Jhonny driving like his paw a track of dirt winding through the hills if the mountain won't kill ja the devil will Jhonny was a ridge runner white as light his load silver bullet hauling liquid gold a version of freedom as young as his soul rest of us are just getting old From scales of Alabam to the mountains of the freedom man a vision of love he carries by his side she is the wisdom caught in his lonely ride Faster than grease lightning Devil by his side Angel in the back seat going for a ride Hearse a coming down from the sky planning on taking old Jhonny for a ride Devil waves him off Angel waves goodbye Jhonny leaves the hearse in the creek not ready yet to die fingers grab another set of gears Devil wipes his brow excitement and fear Angel takes the wheel Wants that real human feel Jhonny now back in control load dumped everybody is going home In the evening running the ridge pieces of heaven and hell wanted to live Jhonny was the driver of the team she was the lover and savior of the dream Captain was working on chaw saw old Jhonny driving like his paw a track of dirt winding through the hills if the mountain won't kill ja the devil will But on this evening it was just a ride heart stopping excitement with a bit of racers pride... Sitting on the back porch shooting the bull Devil on the wrong shoulder angel on the left Both pushing for another ride Jhonny girl says, "Jhonny now you get here inside Let them boys go alone if they must ride"