Hitching a ride on the road to God


He was a hitchhiker man

Year unknown somewhere back when

All his family was all dead

He had no money no bread.

He was walking for hours

Looking at wildflowers.

Chevy pickup pulls over

Pretty woman leans over

Where are you going Bud?

I’m trying to get to God.

Get in friend I know the way.

Damn, he says, my lucky day!

She sees something in his hand

She’s alone in a bad land—

It looks like some kind of knife

She hits the gas to save her life

Knocking him back on the road.

Life again is a heavy load.

Shaken, dazed and at a loss

In his hand a simple cross.