stranger in town
they tell me I should turn myself in
but I respectfully decline
the judge in my case isn’t alive anymore
and his replacement isn’t doing
that much better
so I jump-start my engine and
continue on my merry way
finding myself feeling somewhat
comfortable in this one horse town
good luck trying to find me
I say while turning away after
tipping the barmaid
she flashes me a smile
(or so I would like to think)
and suddenly my imagination
gets the best of me
there’s another town about six
hours away from here
where I’ve come to understand
they welcome total strangers
june two thousand seventeen
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like this one a lot! Great work!
Thank you so much, Mandy
I *heart* this poem … especially this:
“so I jump-start my engine and
continue on my merry way”
~Also Stanzas 4 and 5.
This is the first time I’ve realized what it means to get the best of you. In this case, to give the best parts of you to your imagination.
thank you for your comments on this poem
giddyap !
yeah!
We all need to feel like strangers
indubitably ;`)
sounds a little like my life story..whenever things got too familiar I would pick up and move to another town…I like the feeling of being a stranger in a new town
thank you for visiting and commenting on this piece, Dorianna