Peanuts Poem by Troy Cochran

Been there. Scenic.
Took a picture with my mind.
Found a tree to pee behind.
Pieces of the road below
Between the trees in Morse Code
Tell me nothing that I need to know
But that it's nearly time to go.
Getting a little hungry though.
And all I have to eat
Are peanuts.

That's the way it goes.
I get by on little things.
Cracking shells. Skinny roads.
Wishing I was somewhere else.
I never mean it.
Well, ... mostly no.
It only takes a minute
And anywhere is scenic.
A rose will grow most anywhere.
I see them in the clouds
And popping out of crowds
You know what I mean.
Peanuts.