he lays down tracks
kicking up dust
like hot rods
dragging on a country road

his guitar twanging
gravelly voice caresses
the melody,
bending the rhyme
to fit the time

spinnin’ dreams
tappin’ rhythms
on the back porch of the world
the rhymin’ man sits rockin’

(c) 10/12/99 Pat Hornsby Crochet

Posted: 10|30|04 at 11:40 am. Filed under: Original Writing.

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