Poetry
Six Miles from Oildale
Walking down this road
and I'm feeling just all right.
Been riding on a hound dog
bus all night.
Trying to get somewhere
just to rest my bones.
It's not exactly home
but will do for a while.
Anyway looking for a ride
by the highway sign,
think I'll just stand
in the desert winter sun.
It's nothing for worrying
cause its early in the day
and I got only about a
hundred miles or so to go.
Bakersfield you're a good ol town
even when I'm just passing through.
East Edison Highway is just
over those tracks.
Could say that I don't
need to look back.
On this cool November day
just want to remember how,
walking toward that highway sign
It felt like something to say.
Oh yes, walking down the road
feeling just all right.
Nathan B. Spooner © Used with the permission of the author.
Poetry
