title: Self date: 2013-09-09 archive_section: words tags: poetry

I am from lonely hi-ways and desert roads.

I am from two suitcases and a guitar.

My home is a tin-can on wheels.

I am from the mom and pop store you visit once on your way through town.

I am short lived, but fond, memories of something new.

I am from the anecdotes whose endings you'll never know.