title: Self date: 2013-09-09 archive_section: words tags: poetry
I am from lonely hi-ways and desert roads.
I am from two suitcases and a guitar.
My home is a tin-can on wheels.
I am from the mom and pop store you visit once on your way through town.
I am short lived, but fond, memories of something new.
I am from the anecdotes whose endings you'll never know.