Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-19

The truckers they are nice,

Most’a them give you pass and let you by,

so let the car dance,

and stay away so you don’t hit anyone,

drifty you are, so are truckers most of them,

they live on the road,

the highway space really, is to them.

Real state changing hands to real estate helps you when,

the truckers lights and colored reflectors start fad’n,

your body is strong but your head isn’t,

you look for an enterprise and soon you find one,

a fat woman, a brave one, of a great country in all directions,

likes to help but is sure of some denomination,

known socialist and drowned in capitalism.

You the road tripper,

you can sink to darkness and rise to light,

a hundred kilometers just remain by,

slow your speed,

look around,

tall trees until were hidden behind,

closed shops shutters,

families loaded in cars and scooters,

buses are overloaded too,

shadow and sun, 

is to all aw them,

they are moving all ways, 

and the road tripper,

as time has become still, 

has been with him, 

and so has the space.

Amen!

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The Banas king waiting outside said coffee will be fine,

for I don’t drink either whisky nor chai.

The two shots’d already given me a nice high,

crazy villager I thought would not recognize,

but he did not drink the cup I said was chai.

Never mind the road is smooth,

The hard working chief’s gift,

He calls it’s for you, your brothers,

the state the whole nation.

Rather anyone I am so open,

so come out in the open,

the road all yours,

walk, sit on it, buy a car if you can,

but Banas king has some other notions,

sees beautiful girls asking for lift,

give them sahib if you can,

Can’t, I said my friend,

This is Mehsana and there are too many of them,

and,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

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Not sure to do it alone,

but at dusk the Banas king he mobiles me,

reminds me, “don’t we have to go?”

I says okey, “let me wash my face if so”.

Took rungs about the ring road,

finally find the banas ka king , the same rural hoe,

but a friend of yore,

looking to find himself even more.

This reminded me of another friend then,

so I go to the doctor to borrow the latest handi cam,

lightest in weight and heaviest in definition,

also took some whiskey shots,

saying, “so long see you soon,

I am back on the road”.

Still I offer two hoes could be three,

but the doctor says you go,

I have a family, golf, pussy and a dog,

City of Gandhinagar, I don’t know an ego?

Well, you go,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.