Danny’s been on the road for a week, he stops off at a truck stop to park for a night & speak to his young son on a video chat & tell him where he’s been and where he’s at.
His son says excitedly:
“Daddy, Daddy, when are you coming home again”? Danny says, “I’ll be there soon, buddy. Give your mama a hug for me, & smile, it’s just a few more miles. They’ll go by fast, you’ll see.”
By: J.N.R Dutton
A great Houston poet loves singing the blues
remembers playing in Texas mud
without any shoes
getting that grit up between his toes
& paying merely pocket change for a picture show
He says “Man oh, Man, that was so
many, many years ago”
& his face lights up in the brightest glow
By: J.N.R Dutton
A frail, pale poet, on a stage, with a spotlight
shining bright in his eyes, he rhymes of pain,
fellow orphans, fallen friends,
and savage frigid New York nights
where he slept on friends’ couches
or out in their halls
he rhymes of times in his life
that it’s a wonder he survived to tell
about at all
By: J.N.R Dutton
His voice was full of gravel,
like the years had taken their toll
the funny thing though,
is he wasn’t that old,
he was in love with a gypsy woman
with a heart of gold & eyes black as coal
He stood in her doorway, shaking off bitter
winter cold, then he pulled a ring from
inside his old coat pocket folds
He said he’d “be the happiest man alive”
if he had her forever to hold
She smiled wide and she said “yes”,
her deep dark eyes glowed,
she said “you’ve had me for so long,
almost since the day you said “hello”
By: J.N.R Dutton
She’ll say she’s “25 and holdin'”
if anybody asks her age
she’s got a heart that’s golden,
that nothing can erase
or take away
She’s always looking to brighten
someone else’s day
She’s always got a shimmering
smile on her face
she believes that living Love
can heal the deepest abyss of pain
By: J.N.R Dutton
A poet and a photographer
Their pens and cameras in hand
The stories that they capture with each
Anyone can understand
A picture’s worth a thousand words
and the pens are mightier than the swords
By: J.N.R Dutton
A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by
without a second glance, and never think twice
but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme
It’d stop you in your track, time after time
Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined
He’d pour out his soul, line after line
He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines
and so many other things that dance in his mind
By: J.N.R Dutton
Thoroughly enjoyed my time away from here, glad to be back though.
Here is a poem I wrote while on my break.
A singing South Georgia poet
With a million songs in his head, He’s a hard working guy
Early to rise, and not shy to say what needs to be said
Everybody says he’s got a throwback sound and so much depth, that’s rarely found anymore..
Everybody loves to listen, and they gather round,
He’ll sing until the day they lay his body down
In that southern ground, hey, eh….
For now, he’s on the road again, big wheels spin,
he’s making his living, playing to win
By: J.N.R Dutton
It was a two tone blue
To other people it may have looked like trash but it was the last gift that Eddy got from his dad
It brought to mind memories of time he’ll never get back, and that old thing still drove quick as a flash
By: J.N.R Dutton
Julie ran into Jack today,
outside a small cafe
long ago she’d moved away,
something they’d both hated
but now she was back again
There was a time,
they both remembered when
they were inseparable,
the best of friends
As they looked into each others faces
there were things there time can’t erase
Like the bright shining light of Love
that never faded
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 