Thursday, April 9, 2009

Journey with Bob: Cockpit Country, Jamaica


Open your eyes and look within

Long day into black night
Winding narrow mountain roads
We traversed the spine of the island
Two hundred and eighty five miles

We’re going to walk through the roads of creation

On the back seat of the van
I stretched out in exhaustion
Sleep finding me at last until
I’m up in the air, rolling over

Trod through great tribulation




Are you satisfied, with the life you’re living?

A crowd gathers from the rum shops
Lining the road in a rural village
A sign says: Twenty miles to
Barbecue Bottom

Wipe away transgression

You want a beer, baby?
A man offers, touching my shoulder
Where are we? I ask
Him smiling widely
Welcome, you’ve arrived, this is
The Land of Look Behind

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2 comments:

  1. And you know, that's exactly how Bob would have snuck up on you.

    1Love,
    Geoffrey

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  2. And you know, Labrish, that's exactly how Bob would have snuck up on you.

    1Love,
    Geoffrey

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