Southbound Somewhere Sunny Day

Blue sky above me, gray days in the wake. 

A mockingbird perched in an old poplar tree 

whistles good morning. When I wave she flies 

off south, and I follow along humming …

Sunny days, Sunny days … up ahead 

black top stretched out, a lazy vine, no sign 

of clouds as far as the eye can see. It’s clear 

I’m on my own, an easy breeze winding 

nowhere particular, somewhere … up ahead 

Sunny days, Sunny days … 

With each step the accusation lightens, 

the load of being heaved over again 

fading into the gait of stepping off 

another wasted affair, watered down rhymes 

of a half hearted crime, time out of season. 

Maybe I might have meant what I promised, 

maybe I could have stayed a little longer, but 

Sunny days, Sunny days … up ahead. 

Flat busted, broken in feet, rambling road, 

the only things I know I can count on. 

Somewhere, nowhere, anywhere’s fine, 

so long as it’s somewhere, anywhere she ain’t … 

and it’s Sunny days, Sunny days up ahead. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have Highway 75 near. 1100 miles and I can be in Florida. I enjoyed the poetry Ken. In Michigan, old winter is holding on. I need a deep southern trip. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[willweb]

so long as its somewhere, anywhere she ain't. Yep, I think that about sums the whole thing up nicely. And yes, most times it is better to move on from those cloudy days.

[Ken e Bujold]

yes sometimes the couch just isnt far enought lol

[W. Barrett Munn]

The first half of this reminded me of JJ Cale's song "The Breeze". "Well, they call me the breeze, I keep rolling down the road." Then I got to the end and am reminded me of these country lyrics "My wife ran away with my best friend and I miss him".
Sunny days, indeed.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

l love Cale, and the Breeze, though the genesis of this one was listening to Tom Waits this morning