Hitchin' The Blues Poem by Smoky Hoss
Hitchin' The Blues
Pancho (and Lefty) pointed me toward the highway.
By the words that were said;
I listened for those big White Frieghtliners
Travelling endlessly thru my head-
I stood with my thumb hanging
In the whistling Western wind;
I could not recall where I was going
Nor, where I had been-
The highway is tomorrow...
And those big-rigs are today;
I'll catch a ride, to find where I am bound
Just moving along my way-
I'm out there on that freeway
Hitchin' my blues away... far away;
Out there somewhere, ridin' that old road
Pickin' up the pieces as I go-
Out there on the highway
Hitchin' my blues so far, far away;
Goin' down a road
Just tryin' to lighten life's burden, a heavy load-
Ah yes the open road, just thinking about it brings a tear to my eye, and a warming of my heart. I can actually hear Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson in the background.
spent years living like that... brings back memories! good one!
Those was the days when you could just hitch a lift. We used to hitch rides home from rock concerts, We'd miss the end of the gig if we went for the last train. A great poem.
I remember the days when hitchhiking was considered a viable option..if this isn't poetic license, Smoky, I hope that you will exercise due caution, on that long highway to wherever.. ;)
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 8:59:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very relaxed poem. A pleasure to read. I have never hitched but given a few lifts over the years. There is a care free spirit rarely evident anywhere else in life.