ramshackle blues

another day
the ramshackle blues
but the dust
of the road
miles traveled
equalling less than
the total sum
of miles
on the soul.

the trees
along the highway
into one
bark covered blur
as another semi
shifts in the wind
crossing county lines
the ramshackle blues blare
with a puff
of thick black smoke.

i am headed home
to a home
that isn’t home
without the comfort
of her
being home
just another case
of the ramshackle blues
another lonely guitar
into the empty sky.


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