Traveling Man

I’m a Travelling Man

I’m a Travelling man.
I pack light, sit tight, and eat right.
I take the high road, side road, back road, and back alley.
I travel high, travel low, travel fast, travel slow.

I’m a travelling man with an end in mind… but not the end one would easily find.
I make my own way, I make my own path, at times I fall ill to the journey’s wrath
I’m a travelling man with a journey ahead, not seeking a destination just waiting to be tread.
To see, to share, to hear, to roll, to move is the key to feeding my soul.

I take the rough with the smooth when I’m roughing it, or when the going gets rough, I get a little rough around the edges.
I’m a sleek Greek and travel freak who reads adventure and geeks on sharing sneak peeks of travel feats.
I’m a premium, platinum-class mile seeker, preconditioned to pre-board, and predestined to live it up.
I like a soft bed and a hard drink, but I settle for a soft drink and a hard bed.

I miss the red lights but catch the redeyes.
I’m packed up, picked up, action-packed and been pickpocketed.
I’ve hit it off, hit the track, hit the bar, and hit the sack.
I take the long way home to make a short story long.

There are rules I go by when travelling abroad, I travel alone, unencumbered and flawed.
I don’t travel with bosses or colleagues or friends; only those I know well and can make quick amends.
I travel fast and with hardly a plan, I go with the flow and make up where I can.
I change my mind, I change my speed, I change my way, I never concede.

I pack my things the day I go; a waste of time to pack before.
I’ve missed a flight and smelled a stench, slept in clothes in an airport bench.
I laugh and dance in the face of heat and rarely look back, never missing a beat.
And once in a while I score a treat and get to sit in an upgraded seat.

The one who sends me on, my wife, fulfills the gift ~ the Traveler’s Life.

The Travellers Fate

I’m a travelling man.
I’m a travellers’ fan.

Travel starts before the plane, before the cruise, before the train.
Travel starts because of work, within a thought, a dream or perk.
The travellers’ path can be some fun, perhaps a blur or one of stun.
The stress is real, the pain renown, and whether one could feel beat down.

We’re tired, we’re wired, we’re perspired, and together sit in seats undesired.
We share the load, share the road, share the path but not the bath (except Japan).
We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve feared, we’ve cheered.
We’re happy, we’re sad, we’ve griped, we’re wiped.

Emotions high, we find all types; a great response could be some wipes.
I point the way, give a hug, buy a meal, share the plug.
We share the line, share the wine, share the pain when we deplane.
The babies cry, the people cough, and in the end, we all get off.

And on the seats do we recline or pass and simply decline?
When the seat in front slides back, do we push back in our attack?
The arm rest and screen shades, the cause of many wars,
Trying to sort out between what’s mine and what’s yours.

I’ve seen stranger things to my surprise but seek to see through strangers’ eyes. The talks and walks, the back and forth, the up and down, the withdraw and aha! The mates and friends, the guys and gals and those we may never meet again. And while we can’t always stay, we should never forget the people we meet along the way.

We run, we wait, we sit, we’re late. And such, my friend, is the traveler’s fate.

Music, Movies and Books

I’m a travelling man.
I’ve Been Everywhere, Man.

I’ve been to Dollywood, Hollywood, Sea World and Disney World but not to Wally World.
I’ve been to Hollywood; I’ve been to Redwood. I crossed the ocean for American Gold.
I’ve been to Bucharest, Budapest, and BuddaFest, but rarely do I get to take a rest.
When I can, I take a mancation, staycation, spacation, but never a vacation.
I’ve taken plenty of fakecations and, once in a while, I take a workcation.

I’ve been to Manhattan, Manchuria, Manchester, and Isle of Man but not to Burning Man.
I’ve been Lost in Translation, Under the Tuscan Sun, Sideways, and spent a Midnight in Paris. Once.
I’ve been Into the Wild and Out of Africa, Up in the Air, Up in Smoke, and Down and Out in Beverly Hills. And I look back without a fear, Planes, Trains and Automobiles are where I hung out in my career.

I’ve taken the Slow Boat to China and The Great Railway Bazaar
Traveled with a Tangerine and Traveled with a Tsar.
I Ate, Prayed and Loved and Roughed It with Mark Twain
Flew West With the Night and in New York, I Danced in the Rain.
I traveled in a Sunburned Country and nearly Fell Off the Map
Took the Last Train to Istanbul and Fell off the Dancers Lap.

I write with journal curled and marvel at What a Wonderful World.
I’m On the Road Again and Homeward Bound.

Home Again

I’m a Travelling man.
I pack light, sit tight, and eat right.
I take the high road, side road, back road, and back alley.
I travel high, travel low, travel fast, travel slow.

I’m a travelling man with an end in mind… but not the end one would easily find. I make my own way,
I make my own path, and at times I fall ill to the journey’s wrath
I’m a travelling man with a journey ahead, not seeking a destination just waiting to be tread.
To see, to share, to hear, to roll, to move is the key to feeding my soul.

There comes a time when we slow down the roam and start the process of heading for home.
We pack up our stuff, we say our good-byes, we go out the door and head for the skies.
We ponder our future and when we’ll be back, we take this place with us as if in our pack.
If we just look and listen and let go of what binds, travel matters the most and will free our minds.

I’m a travelled man.
I travelled near and travelled far.
I packed light, slept tight, was out of mind and out of sight.
I certainly enjoyed the flight.

Good luck & good night!