A Tale From The Road. Poem by Steven Harris

Oh, a tale from the road
a story of a band
in and out of service stations
empty and silent
with no stage hand
3 in the morning and hitting the highway
after an hour of pounding the music
sleepy and uncomfortable
just anouther tale of a rock band
life on the road
a rite of passage
it needs to be done
thats what they all say
curling up at the back of the car
leaning my head against the window
looking up at the street lights
watching them shoot by like stars
and i'm ready to fall asleep
but the hunger stops me
taking over my body
the need for food is strong
and it's nowhere to be found
a diet that would kill a small goat
all i want to do is wrap up in a coat
in and out of takeaway joints
and knocking back pints
it's rock and roll my friends
the road life is what it's all about
but it kills you
knocks you down
makes you questions why you do it
the energy is pulled from you
but you keep moving
doing it because you love it
keeping on driving
watch the lights shoot by
on to the next city
hit that stage
anouther story to tell
anouther tale on the next page.