The Highway 40 and a beautiful Pam Tillis song.


Highway 40 called me.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
" I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. "
                                 Highway 40 called me..

I’m tire, so damn tired.
Somehow I got lost. I looked into the mirror and I see a bloody stranger.
A ghost of a man I once was. I’m tire of people who have no concern for me.
Just blood suckers stealing my blood and life.
I saw men lay down and died often in my life. Sometime the gun is faster than the slow death.
I was a soldier once and I knew freedom one.
In sweet dreams. I danced, sang, drank and owned nothing but my old truck.  I was free of people with
fake smiles and they worked you till you become worthless and dead .
I bleed for people daily who watch me die daily. They do not care for the…

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