where do i find myself
still wandering
down those old highways
dreaming
of a time
no interstate drawing lines
connecting the dots
when my country was local
when my long hair was
vocal
chancing my street theatre
dancing
sunsets to lose myself in
of deserts
of mountains
of endless rivers
of two oceans
one green one blue
sunrises to wake me
of farms
of true small time sighs
of dancing free
those national
television channel lies
walking talking
woody guthrie blues
still walking
my old man season
my young man dreaming

- jude