A traveling man I am,
Bags packed, closing the gate,
The city's calling for me,
And why should I make her wait?
The world needs me,
Left my lady mid sentence cryin’
No disrespect intended,
But I just don’t have the time,
I’m a traveling man,
A traveling man,
Bags swinging at my hip,
Don’t know where im headed,
Ain’t that a trip?
A traveling man I am,
Got no time for idle talk,
Got a train to catch,
If I miss it, then ill walk,
The women love me,
They all stop and stare,
Romance, and gone by morning,
You’d hardly know I was there,
Cause Im a traveling man,
A traveling man,
Bags swinging at my hip,
Don’t know where im headed,
Aint that a trip?
Sounds lonely; add a beat--it is a hit!
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm in this poem. It reminds me of something Langston Hughes would write.
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