i.
i think i got as far as Tennessee
when i felt my phone
buzz between denim. . .
but i'm holding down
the red button instead
. . . it's mid-day down in Memphis,
clouds sweat out a soaking rain,
&& i don't mind my trudge
through murky puddles
with mist && gospel inthe air
ii.
but that was hours ago.
Spent a sleepless night here in Seattle*
i've got a Spaceneedle postcard
with your address scrawled across. . .
still safe inside my pocket,
sipping the City's Best*
with a shiver && a Pike Place Market tent
for shelter. didn't get enough in Tennesse*
iii.
So now i'm searching south
in Sanfransico. for a place to leave my heart*
but this nostaliga's gnawing at me. . . .
as i cross on Haight && Ashbury,
stop to share a spot with Kerouac*
&& the colors in my memories are flying,
. . .i bet you're wondering by now
iv.
Up north in Montana
i fled, to feel free. . . .
free, free, do you know what it's like
without strings attatched?
driven by a bold && noble nature
for miles upon miles, && it's all i can see
i said i want to be free
v.
but i still mailed your postcard today
might take awhile from the Streets of London.
might make it hard to read i'll be by better things
when you hold it stiff in your hands. Yeah,
i'm moving on to bigger things. . . .
Dublin calls, to Tokyo, Berlin, Paris,
to St.Petersburg, Christchurch*, to Down-under*,
San Juan dancing to Madrid. . . . .to everywhere,
to everywhere, everywhere i find. . . .i have to leave
one of these days, i'll get away, one of these days. . .
my tomorrow's are still busy budding yesterday's dreams
Author notes
The Great John Steinbeck said it best in Travels With Charley when he refered to his burning desire to be "someplace else" as a disease, saying:
"I don't improve; . .I fear the disease is incurable. When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road from to Here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must first find himself a good an sufficient reason for going. This. . is not difficult. He has a built in garden of reasons to choose from. . .I set it down only so that newcomers. . like teenagers in new-hatched sin, will not think the invented it. . .We do not take a trip, a trip takes us."
Oh i want to get away.
Don't we all.
*=Sleepless in Seattle is movie
*=City's Best referes to Seattle's Best Coffee Co.
*=rain inst all i'm refering to in this line
*=reference to song "I Left My Heart in Sanfransico"
*=Remember that Bar in SF where he went?? Cant recall the name. ..
*=Christchurch is in NewZealand and i hope you know Down-under is refering to Aussie-Land.
That's all folks 
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A most interesting ...
voice speaks through these lines and it is yours ... you have definitely gone outside the box and with some tweaking these poetic thoughts could spark a whirlwind of famialiarity! Don't wait too long to get back to this to give it that added attention to detail. Nice start here! Note typos and see where you could drop some unneccesary words. I am enjoying your free verse thoughts as a dedicated form and rhyme poet! j
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i love your poems!!! ^-^ so inspiring yay
~Luna†
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How is this for you? I was reading this and thought, "I wonder if she knows about Kerouac?" and the next line you mention him, weird huh! But it has that feel, the need to keep moving, restless, looking for that next place down the road.
You didn't mention Maine.
Any traveler in search of himself has to visit our rocky coast, encounter our friendly natives 
It's beautiful. You are a talented critter with just a twinge or two of wanderlust in you.
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friendly natives indeed
:-p perhaps i should insert a stanza about Maine, Portland, Mooses, messy Lobster dishes and crazy uncles 
Youre right though, one does not know himself truly unless he has had the expereince of being identified as "from away" (or SHE )
i attempted reading On The Road, but i was alot younger then and didnt get very far, i'll have to take it up again to quench my thirst,
and ive actually studied a good bit about Kerouac and his gang myself, i have this fascination with Beatniks figures, huh?
thanks for the read!
wanderlust might be my new favorite word
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I thought you'd like that word. Quite poetic I think.
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I knew it.
You were being modest.
I love love love this; it really takes you on a journey and tells a story as you read down through it and it was so vivid. "searching south in Sanfransico. for a place to leave my heart" was my favourite bit, don't know the song but it worked so well there.
"my trudge through murky puddles with mist && gospel in the air" < that was also quite amazing.
And I love the way you laid it out!
Well done dearie.
-abi x x x
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Glad you liked it
Thanks for the comment and applauses
~nva
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