Thumbing A Ride Poem by Juan Olivarez

Thumbing a ride down the interstate,
Hoping for a good heart to come wandering by.
Cris crossing the country, chasing my fate,
Feeling wealthy and free, neath the open sky.

Guitar on my back, my thumb in the air,
Chewing on a slim jim ever so slow.
Walking the highway with nary a care,
I go the way the wind chooses to blow.

Wherever I go, I won't stay too long,
My feet get itchy, if I over stay.
They start getting restless, wanting to roam,
So before too long, I'm again on my way.

Thumbing cross country, coast to coast,
Working odd jobs and meeting new friends.
Lots of good people of which I can boast,
Thumbing to where the highway ends.

9/8/10 Alton Texas