It’s 9PM under the florescent lights of the Walmart parkinglot.

I’m surrounded by shiny new RVs and beat-to-shit oldcampers.

The most unfortunate are hunkered down in the picnic area.

I wonder who is just passing through on their way to avacation,

And who is looking for a place to settle down and call home.

The topper full of possessions on my truck is not meant fora fun trip,

But such a small load of junk is not enough to feather anest.

I am not seeking a stable place to bury the roots of myfamily tree,

Just a hook to hang my hat and a soft space to lay my head.

As much as I may hate sleeping in my old pickup truck,

At least my rig has a bench instead of bucket seats.