The Lonely Highway

      Tales of the highway. This trip can be exciting or dangerous. The highway can be lonely. In this trip down the highway you will find; the good, the bad, and the ugly. There are many tales I bring to you. I don't ask you to judge, only to witness.

     On the highway  there good times, the bad, hitchhikers,  on the road to Hell. In Hell we have a coffee and a doughnut. Hell ain't that bad. It's a nice place.

     The highway has a place for everyone; man, woman, and child. It's not the highway,  it's the individual and whatever do on the road. The highway has 10,000 stories.  These poems are a picture into a world rarely seen by many. The few know. Love or hats for it. On the high way we eat,  we drink and we live life, for good or bad.

     The road will change you, because of what you experience there (good or bad). When you live you choose. Some choose ate made for you.  On the road, you don't know what to expect. So choose Wisley. There are so many different things that can happen. Real life is stranger than fiction, or is fiction based on real life.  The question remains.  The Highway?

     Let me tell you about the highway.  There's many a dirty man and many a dirty woman.  There's churches, synagogues,mosques  and places of holiness.  Some are reborn there, others are born there. Some die on the highway,  some kill. It's diverse place with a a mosaique landscape of people. 

     On the highway I feel emotional because  the highway evokes emotion. It's a place, in this collection of,  I have tried to do my best to tell you. I have written about all sorts of experiences.  In these poems I bring you a picture of the unknown.  The stories must be told. So I tell them to you. The lonely highway  is a place, not just any place, lonely place. In this place, we want for much. What do we get? Sometimes it's not so lonely. It's possible to make friends. Find a lover. Or just stop for a meal. Find a hotel or motel. A gas station  and a reason to live. Life on the road is different. So be different. 

     On the highway, we can't wait to get home. So it's a struggle sometimes.  When we realise,  we're close to home. Our attitude changes. We think of home and all the things we want to do when we get there.  A place not so lonely. In this place we call home. We think about the highway. When will we go back? Will we go back. How wonderful is it to be home. I hope that the lonely highway has given you s picture into the world you have never known.  Now you can say. You've experienced solider never before.