Vagabond Soul (Ode To Tobin) Poem by Thomas Case

He rolls like the
river,
always on the move.
I said,
'What are you afraid of boy? '
He said,
'Nothing; I just can't stay still.'
I said,
'They got meds for that.'

It's in my bones, I gotta
keep going.
Knap sack...no sack,
don't matter, just me and
those highways.
I said, well, it cost you everything;
your house, your wife,
don't you want to settle
down sometimes?
Nope, he said, as he turned
his back and headed west
towards the desert.
His face to the sun.