Feedbay of Truckstop Poetry

I pulled over for a feedbag
 I thought of you, it wasn't bad
 You had direction and drive
 And you arrived at closing time to find
 They had wiped down the bar
 And they built you a bed
 Laid your head to rest and left you tried to true again
 You may be proud then
 As it was always wishful thought
 I would imagine you off
 Maybe I could see you again
 We could sit down and have a moment
 And talk about your suicide
 And I would put away your death
 If you could put away the dope
 And all our enemies
 Well there's no time for you to know them
 Any fool can find a disease but
 Hopeless fools they will be missing you
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 I pulled over for nostalgia
 I thought of suffering the joke
 No one delivered the punchline
 No resolution is here
 I couldn't sharpen the view
 And it's still down to you
 Waiting on the new but then this story has no end
 As we continue driving