poetrygift

To Jamie, from Tobin. August 20, 1964

The lure of the open road

is more than I can bear.

Whatever ties me to this land

I just don't seem to care...

Adventure lies within you, she said

a question and a claim.

but i've got this itch

the 'here' can't scratch

got to move to flee the same,

mundane

domain.

Gypsy-hearted birth name.

Living life in a moving frame.

( To what end? They ask )

( God only knows )

don't matter. just go.

I'll risk the world before i remain

in the dull of the same

create myself a refrain. of

mystery.

You come to me,or my backup 4...

We'll preach it -All you need is love-

We'll teach it. beat it.

beat the skepticism of-

the safe.

All you need is love*

a few scraps of clothes and guitar

I'll take you with me...

don't forget the camera

and we'll go singing somewhere far.