Highway Blues.

It seems like he’s been draggin his tired bones halfway across creation forever, down around one bend in the road, and strait through another, nasty ass rain keeps falling here on Crows Crossing, its been falling for so long in fact, he doesn’t even feel it anymore. And what’s up with these cars man? They slow down to have a peek at the hitch hiking freak and then speed up again. People, yeah people just messin with him, they don’t know his story and it doesn’t seem as though they care to. The only ones that even bother are the Crows, he’ll see one sitting on a fence post or a road sign, when he decides to stop for a little conversation. The Crows Geezer.. that’s what he tells himself, here its all about the Crows. He stops to engage the usual suspect, he’s a big one too, perched on the highway ten sign.
“Hey buddy!” he laughingly tells the Crow. “You got a match?”



The crow twitches and ruffles its feathers against the falling rain, and then slowly leans forward cocking its head to one side as though its preparing to speak to him.
“ You know what big guy?.. It feels like I’ve been walking this damn road forever and I never seem to get anywhere, I look back and it’s the same twisting and turning miles of endless blacktop as there is in front of me, at this rate I’ll never get to San Francisco to see Jimi Hendrix play!”
He stretches his thumb and sticks it out as the next vehicle appears on the horizon, again as it approaches the driver slows down but only momentarily, and when they see Geezer they press down on the throttle and disappear in the rain. He looks back at the Crow.
“Well I guess all I can do is keep walking. See ya big guy.”
Its 2007 here on the Road of Crows, for some that pass through here their journey is only beginning, for others it never seems to end, just endless miles of life and death, and every thing that lies in between them. Here on Crows Crossing road.








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