I was only local traffic.
I clogged my lane awhile and left.
There had been a few times I’d been
A long-distance trajectory
With no destined destination,
Lonesome liar, midnight rider,
A rambling, gambling backslider,
But god a’mighty cut me down.
Now I went to meet a lawyer,
Then I headed home for dinner.
If you’d asked me about either,
I’d have said I deserved neither.
A man on the exit corner,
Young and bearded, held up a sign,
Begging for help for his hunger.
Curse me, I gave him two dollars.
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