Blue Cat Tales - HITCHIKER

HITCHIKER


Sitting and watching the passing trees
rolling by the roadside,
and wondering what it happening to me,
how much longer I will have to hide.
The driver turns and tells a joke
about some old times he’s had.
It is not on tears of laughter that I choke
as his funny thoughts chase mine that are sad.
He tells me how he discovered the world,
riding ‘round it with his thumb
and how he’d make every girl
in every town - when he was young.
He asks questions about where I’ve been,
and wants to know the things I’ve done,
saying if he could do it all over again
that he would have twice as much as fun.
To my silence he mumbles on,
his mindless tongue never running out of things to say
- while my deaf soul lies behind and beyoud
the barren trees by the roadway.