Road to Netherton
Rufus the Verbose
Along the dusty road to Netherton,
a man passed by to say "Hi"
-what a man, what a friendly stranger,
to see his needs.
Breakfast, eggs over-easy and slabs of bacon
steaming coffee and cigarettes,
and chatter with the stranger from distant lands.
"Where've you been all my life?
Where're you coming from?"
Leaning, steam from the table surrounding him
like clouds,
he says "From where I come from,
all things are the same-
Netherton has nothing on the world.
Just a place, like here, like two towns back.
Just roam," he said.
Advice taken; strange counsel offers no help,
so the roam continues, belly full,
ambling with left thumb extended,
and right thumb grasping the load over the shoulder,
walking on.
Where does this dusty road lead?
To Netherton.
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