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Got stood up today by a source for a profile story. The source for my profile story.

Oh well. Make lemondade right? Sure thing.

That's right, Bubba. Pick a new subject. Not so easy when everyone you talk to is relatively normal.

Tough choice. I picked the former journalisto-turned-PR rep. We'll see how it turns out, but I can tell you this: She's NOT THAT INTERESTING.

Hi Ho, Fella. It's off to Minneapolis anyway.

I've estimated that I'll have driven more than 1500 miles before I'll talk with you again.

Please - Pray for the Pontiac.

Onward, King!

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...bangor, maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes,
I don’t pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain’t locked
When no one’s around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.


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