Highway 40 called me..

September poetry number two. A re-write.

Highway 40 called me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. 

                                 Highway 40 called me

I’m tire, so damn tired.

Somehow I got lost. I looked into the mirror and I see a bloody stranger.
A ghost of a man I once was. I’m tire of people who have no concern for me.
Just blood suckers stealing my blood and life.

I saw men lay down and died often in my life. Sometime the gun is faster than the slow death.
I was a soldier once and I knew freedom one.

In sweet dreams. I danced, sang, drank and owned nothing but my old truck.  I was free of people with
fake smiles and they worked you till you become worthless and dead .

I bleed for people daily who watch me die daily. They do not care for the real reasons of life.
Work, work and work some more. They steal your soul and do not give a damn about you.

I’m tire, so damn tire.

I hear the road calling. I want the free people and long highway.

Highway 40 west is whispering my name. Telling me the Pacific is waiting for me.
I need a dozen years by the sea and the forest. Drink in my Ojibwa blood.
Today I’m no-one. I am dead-man walking.

I need Big Surf and a tent. To drink with musicians, writers, surfers and the poets.
Leave the fake goals and cell phones behind.

I need conversation, long chess games and a worthwhile cause. If  I die today.
What will they say Johnnie was? Just a donkey who left his world worst off than he got.
This is very sad.

The road is calling me and kind people are offering me places to rest.
The donkey is too weak to  move, the donkey need a kind lady and the sea nearby.
I’m tire, so damn tire.

                           Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading .

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

The sea has such a powerful hold on artists. It's the place of our birth calling back to us. Giving us home to rest our weary bones and soul. Comforting us in the poetry of her waves. I relate to this poem so much because she is not so far from me. But I always fear I will never come back from her arms. But is that a bad thing? A wonderful and melancholic piece of art my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Carlos. I will visit Big Sur and Monterey, next year.

[supernova_thoughts]

A true story of a lone heart traveler. My heart aches for such. Take me too as I'm willing to go, I said. But none heard. My voice was drowned in the endless cheers of conversations I longed to run from. Still hoping a life on the rope of freedom.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend. Maybe one day, we will be brave and wander again.

[Katrina Mckeown]

A powerful write so perfectly penned.
It is a sad truth in life that people will use us and move on. I just hope the ones being used feel that at least they wouldn’t do this to someone and at least
they’re honest and true and can hold
their head up in truth and honesty.
It can be a very deceitful and lonely world at times .
I used to often wish to take flight to other lands when I was younger as I felt like an alien in my own town.
I hope you get a drink with those musicians, surfer’s, writers and poets and have long worthwhile conversations and that long awaited game of chess soon.
Kind regards
Katrina

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Katrina. Now I play chess with my grandchildren. I do enjoy, maybe one day, the sea. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Dave Brown]

yes, that place by the sea
it often seems that instead of getting closer, it continually gets further away
very decent write

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Dave. One day I will find the sea and I will write my novel. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

How I wish I had written this. A memorial to a life, and life, well-understood. Such a profound piece of literature. Thank you for slicing open that vein.
Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend. I made many men and companies rich. They want more and we want enough.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh my, Coyote....yes, people will just keep using us until they use us up...as Bill Withers sang.
It gets us really tired doesn't it?
And it makes just want to disconnect.
I really feel this one, my friend,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Bill was right Jacob and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Writergurl]

I saw men lay down and died often in my life. Sometime the gun is faster than the slow death.
I was a soldier once and I knew freedom one.

WOW, such one powerful write here, nicely presented, love these lines here, kind of truthful

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear friend, for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John… a place by the Sea where you will be free…. Free to Dream… walk in the Waves and dance with a Pretty Lady… and sleep with the Stars and the Moon. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

We need this dear Pat. We need to teach our grandchildren. We must make time for the things, we love.

[Patricia Wedel]

Dear John… I believe there is a Verse in the Bible about “a time to Sow and a time to resp… “. And so forth. I must look up that Verse… it is a Keeper… tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Ecclesiastes 3:1. A time for everything…
I found the Verse… Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Written by King Solomon in Ancient Jerusalem….

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. And good morning from Michigan.