Sitting on a Rail near High Way in America “Poem”

I was and I am sitting on a rail with Norris

There is nothing like the American highways in the world

The air is cool with warm kisses in southern Florida

Oh ours Sorrows and pains washed way on the great American highways

Where are these roads going? I looked and pondered thought for a thought

Where should one go and find happiness, love and peace?

Where in America I must go and find happiness?

Like the Sun I am too much in love with Tampa

Sitting on a rail near American highways in my blues

Drinking up my fears and prejudice on the American highways

What is man and what is his worth and why man be weighted of his deeds and actions?

Why is it so hard simply being a human?

This being is cursed and Nebraska streets are cursed

Whole world is cursed