(Inspired by Nomadland)
There’s a nation you don’t know
Moving through the Motherland
Hard times put us on the go
In a camper, truck, or van
We are nomads on the roam
Bonded by a common code
Horizon skies are now my home
And I’ll see you down the road
Had to leave the past behind
No way there to pay the bills
On the road I’m free to find
A set of fresh survival skills
When the jobs went overseas
Couldn’t keep my old abode
Life has got no guarantees
So I’ll see you down the road
Neighbors gather ‘round the grill
Helping hands prepare the meal
Bonfires ease the evening chill
And the solitude we feel
In most everyone I meet
There’s a Kerouac or Joad
But our journey’s incomplete
So I’ll see you down the road
Migrants from the middle class
Joining other rubber tramps
Finding gigs for food and gas
Filling orders, working camps
Forest shade or desert sand
Any place to park our load
Rendezvousing when we can
And I’ll see you down the road
Sleeping by the supermart
Hoping not to hear “the knock”
It’s a drill we know by heart
Time to find another block
Leaves of autumn fall from grace
Spring redeems with new life sowed
Seasons’ changes taking place
Means I’ll see you down the road
Born again to simplify
In this new life episode
Where we don’t ever say good-bye
Just, I’ll see you … down the road
Jerry Harris
Durango
