A copper colored guitar’s

slung across a drifting picker’s back

He walks upon roads of old cobblestone

As the night soon fades to black

He is well on his way to where he needs to go

He’ll be there by early dawn,

then he’ll jump, jive, & jam

with all his friends, that’s the plan

until the day once again is gone

By: J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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