highway song
here is a well-traveled
metaphor: life is a highway
but not an interstate
more of a two-lane blacktop
that hits all the lights
in every small town
an intentional inconvenience
that makes you decide to stop
at one of those roadside cafés
a filling station of the heart
where whoever comes up
to the table is wearing a
name tag and a smile, yet
holds sadness in their eyes
either one is an invitation
to act like you belong here
we are all people who are
driving through the details
lives without express lanes
unable to see around the bend
to the next stop light of sorrow
working our way back home
full of grief and gratitude
following the broken line
Peace,
Milton
Now I been out in the desert, just doin’ my time
Searchin’ through the dust, lookin’ for a sign
If there’s a light up ahead well brother I don’t know
But I got this fever burnin’ in my soul
So let’s take the good times as they go
And I’ll meet you further on up the road…
5 years ago today I lost a job. Since then, nearly lost everything else that matters through anger, bitterness… you know the story.
Things are better now than they were. Mostly.
Some days the work’s harder than others, but it’s still got to get done. So let’s get to it.
Let’s meet in that roadside place & pick all night long.
Thanks.
Traveling with you . . .
Peace,
Milton