shaman of the road

Desert road that never ends My eyes are burned and dry When all the sand at last descends A thunder splits the sky A lonely filling station glows A mystic phantom home It strikes the porch light as it grows Beneath the rain’s dark domeShaman of the road lives here Shaman of the road awaits He loathes the rush, the clamorous cheer He turns you from ill fates Wait until the morning light— Just wait, hold tightUnder a strange and pallid light A gray‑haired elder sits In vintage garb of yesternight He whispers measured bits A sudden guitar found a tune About the window The neon sign became a moon A fire‑cursive thingShaman of the road lives here Shaman of the road awaits He loathes the rush, the clamorous cheer He turns you from ill fates Wait until the morning light— Just wait, hold tightThe calm the wind kept humming low Brought solace soft and clear It chased the weariness to go Then drew the daylight near At dawn the station and the sage Were gone without a trace Only the wind was left on stage Then bowed and quit the placeShaman of the road lives here Shaman of the road awaits He loathes the rush, the clamor’s cheer He turns you from ill fates Wait until the morning light— Just wait, hold tightThe calm the wind kept humming lower Brought solace soft and clear It chased the weariness to go And drew the daylight near At dawn the station and the sage were gone Without a trace