Coffee and Cigarettes

Driving on and making miles
No care nor no heed of these times
Even the needle has forgotten numero zero
for the auburn horizon, new worlds;
Staring at the many monuments and
the ever wandering citizens,
Burning cigarettes and coffee brewing
Sugared with the rays of the sun,
Meshed with the songs and the howls
Of them ever faithful prairie dogs,
Never like any other soul,
Each and all spitting against the wind,
Call me a gypsy or caste me bohemian,
For a man lives free only and if,
He lives far from his memories,
Wandering forever simply for his bereft love
In search forever and more,
For the very voice, the call of his soul.