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