Reaffirm my faith in humanity by camping on the side of the road. Cars pass in the dark, star filled California night Awake to sunrise safe in our van.
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What happened to Lucinda.Was your mechanic fixing something or scraping Armadillo guts off the underbelly?
He's become comfortable
in that
ol' civil war jacket.
What would compliment
that mess of hair?
A sage cigarette,
a bottle in his hand
and a book in his pocket.
A hobo at heart
a drunk by night
and a rambling pain.
Tired and old
before his time.
Studying the greats
Bukowski, Tom Waits
William S. Burroughs
and Hunter S. Thompson,
Kerouac and John Steinbeck.
Drinking Brandy
and Cockspur rum
from the bottle.
Hiding down South
for the winter months
running from the cold
and consequence.
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What happened to Lucinda.Was your mechanic fixing something or scraping Armadillo guts off the underbelly?
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