While driving down a lonely country road
just after dawn, a coffee in one hand,
I saw ahead where a hitchhiker strode,
and since I had no destination planned,
I stopped to pick him up: “Give me a lift?”
He asked and smiled, a friendly seeming guy:
“Ain’t got no money, but I’ve got a gift
to give you, which I think you won’t deny.”
“Hop in,” I said, “No need, the ride’s on me.
Glad for the company. Where are you goin’?”
“To Storyville,” he said. “I’d like to see
that town,” I said, “a place I think worth knowin’.
You see, I’m just a poet who reflects,
but story’s how a reader’s heart connects.”