nomad

 
your gravel voice spoke low and steady unnerving me
it sounded of days in the weather and more than your fair share of pain
of frigid winters and scorching in the sun
 
you had the haunted look of days on the road and seedy motels
with whore who would tell you your fortune
looking at your leathered hands and face I could see hard work
tougher than most understood
 
eyes that blaze like coals
looking right through me and pinning me to the moment I feared
angry anxiety poor from you and I wondered what would be your next move
 
I met you on the road to nowhere and I was faced with the crossroads
for me it was an easy answer
I would take the low road while you took the high one
 
never would a man be your better
you work for yourself
living off the land with the strength God gave you
weathered and old but you still have your wits about you
 
somber in your presence I could see in your eyes you've seen alot
the world beckon and you go where it led
the open road before you
and I knew as you walked away I would never forget you