Traveling Along Dark Roads And Rusted Rails

Traveling along dark roads and rusted rails,

Nothing but dust along life’s trails,

Stories told, places seen and plenty of tears,

Along with dreams.

Pulled then pushed,

Water stained, polished and brushed,

These boots remain,

Traveling along dark roads and rusted rails.


Soles of leather and an arch of wood,

This old guitar beside me stood,

Never blistered or left me scars,

When songs I’d sing in sold out bars.

A dancer’s dream two steps, one ale,

Always ready this bridals veil,

A running start, stories told,

These old worn boots warmed cold toes,

Traveling along dark roads and rusted rails,

Long walks we’ve had, hitched many a ride

Squeeze box battered hung by my side

A stage in lights engaged with songs

The nights lost chorus a tad too long

Among those eager to find the night

Traveling along dark roads and rusted rails 


Train whistles howl in the dead of the night,

Queen Ann’s signal they blow,

The neon sign lights sputtering and bright

A place to rest before dawns flight

Long miles from home now out of sight

Traveling along dark roads and rusted rails.


Solidly stitched with three-inch heels,

Black from soot, Tanned with steel,

Rest beside my bed each night,

Forever dodging a brothel fight,

These friends I wear they’ve never failed,

To keep me moving,

Along life’s roads,

And lonely dusty trails.

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Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnstonhttp://www.blufengr-art.com/
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.