Danny

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

Pocket Change For A Picture Show

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

“Hello”-A Love Poem

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

Time After Time

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

Playing To Win

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

Quick As A Flash (aka Old Pontiac)

It was a two tone blue

hand me down Pontiac
a couple decades old
with a windshield crack

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 & Jack

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