Words Alone

Summer's gone.
I guess I'll be moving on.
Harvest is done.
I'm not needed, fields are sown.
Expectations, fine relations
Failures left without a frown.
I'm bound to find you
On this road I'm going down.

People say.
They need people every day.
But there's no way
Everybody feels the same.
Is it so hard, to imagine
Someone fine without a phone?
Some of my best roads
I've traveled
Alone.

And it's dark at night in New Orleans
If you take the darkest booth.
Scotch, thoughts, and silence
Float under Charlie's jazz and blues.
A notebook does it's best work
When it's far away from home.
Some of the best roads
Words travel
Alone.