i went to the truck stop
just off of interstate 90
in harborcreek pa.
i walked in like a vagrant –
single life will do that.
i went and sat up
at the truckers counter –
kinda like fitting in
away from family oriented spots.
ordered an orange juice,
omlette with toast,
and a short stack of pancakes.
after a short time …
i sat there eating,
and thought about the leaves
i had gathered in many large contractors bags
in a steady rain
brought about by the effects of the hurricane
a few hours earlier.
if this appears gloomy,
don’t tell anyone.
A bit gloomy, but I won’t tell anyone. 😉
good thing;)
Your secret is safe with me! I like your snapshot of the vagabond life. I can relate to it!
it didn’t take much to write this piece. when i go to eat and i’m by myself i never go to the family type places. but with gathering leaves in the steady rain – i thought here is my next piece. i’m glad my secret is safe with you and that you liked this one !!
Now, this poem has got soul
glad that you enjoyed this one. thanks for saying so.