Monday, May 28, 2012

Highway Chile

Excerpt from my highway diary:
"By the time I pull up for petrol, it's warmed up to 7 degrees. There's not a lot in the highway before dawn and as cold as I am, even in a thick hoodie and cordie jeans combo, I spy a lone soul in the sky gliding his gyro on invisible currents a couple of hundred feet above this highway."
"His old guitar slung across his back 
His dusty boots is his cadillac 
Flamin' hair just a blowin' in the wind 
Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin 

Now you may call him a tramp 
But I know it goes a little deeper than that 
He's a highway chile "
from Highway Chile by Jimi Hendrix

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