Thirty Six

Running hard
Thirty six straight hours
Blizzards on Wyoming winds
Slowed me down

Salt Lake in the mirror
Thirty six straight hours
Running on adrenaline and desire
South on I 15

Las Vegas in the morning
Thirty six straight hours
Singing with all my heart
Willie, Waylon and the boys

Sliding through Mesquite
Thirty six straight hours
Hoping I don't hit
The wall of fatigue

As I crest Railway Pass
Thirty six straight hours
The Valley of Fire
Lays before me

Ls Vegas in the morning
Thirty six straight hours
Before I rest
Once again

Ghost

You came again at the darkest hour

It has been so long

Foolishly I thought you had been banished

Are you beckoning me yet again

Even though I am bent from road weariness

The desire for journeys

Now just an old whisper in my soul

Despite this your voice

Still rings the bells in my mind
Trying to draw me back
With watery images of high times
A narrow vision of decades gone by
Hope comes at dawn
And a harsh light of reality
That will push your influence
Into the background  of the past
Where you belong