Blank Page Runnung

the blank page
not unlike a deserted road
the page
is there for you to spin your magic
write your poem
for a better tomorrow
the road
likewise it is there for you to run
hanging thumb in the wind
hoping for good luck, knowing you won't find it
you spend time writing on the page
even as you are putting
miles behind you and your good old town USA
breathing agreeable air
that comes from each mile of freedom
you put behind you and
home sweet (not)home
the tumultuous weather conditions
a distant remembrance of home
a hollowing inside your chest
cause you to think
once again
of home . . . a place of small town secrets . . .
a place to run screaming from good old town USA
and write words on napkins
while you're slurping your coffee
a long, long way from good old town USA

©December 19, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton