by Robert L. Ferrier15 Sep 2014
Long gone from the oil-patch in Okemah
left Mary and daughter Gwen in Pampa
tucked brushes and slung guitar
headed west on Route 66.
Painted signs in Roswell and Clovis
then hitched to California
green lettuce and cotton fields
fragrant fruit and sweat.
Slept quarter-a-night in L.A.
played for tips on Skid Row
wrote lyrics color-blind in praise
alms for the hungry and homeless.
Sang cross-country to New York
roamed the Bowery with Seeger
drank beer with Tabasco to kill hunger.
Never was a broke man so rich.