Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I… Continue reading
Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading
Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life can be hard. Can be fair also. Chapter eight. Highway 80 west stories. Findingsome kind of peace. I ran more hot water… Continue reading