My last piece was a rather long collection of unruly, electrical, mental impulses about riding motorcycles. I wrote this short one below with a riding buddy in mind since he has deferred writing down his road songs. We both have been running in front of a storm. It’s about to catch us. Time has come to ramble on about rambling on.

– Marlow

​Running from a storm at dusk

November xx 2018
Ramble on
Coastal Empire

My leaves are blowing along the ground,
Saying time is coming for me to be on my way.
Thanks to riding, I’m much obliged
For this wonderful stay.

As the time is coming for me to go,
Cold winter white moon lights my way.
But now I can still smell that Montana hail,
And with it the scourging pain,
But something’s headed my way.
Yes, some days I grow so tired,
But I feel I’ve still got things I got to do.

Ramble on,
And now’s the time, the time is now
To write my song.
I’ve been goin round the world,
I got to find meaning, on my way.
I’ve been riding so many years to this day, ramble on,
Was there a queen in those road dreams.

Got no more time for casting oats,
That time has come and gone.
And to our health we drank a thousand times,
It’s time to ramble on.

Ramble on,
And now’s the time, the time is now
To write my song.
I’ve been goin round the world,
I got to find meaning, on my way.
I’ve been riding so many years to this day, ramble on,
Was there a queen in those road dreams.

I ain’t tellin no lie

Mine’s a tale, simple when told,
My freedom I held dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled my soul,
Twas during the darkest days long ago
I found the road so fair,
But life, and the evil ones crept up
And took me away from there
There, there . . . yeah.
Ain’t nothing I could do, no.

Ramble on,
And now’s the time, the time is now
To write my song.
I’ve been goin round the world,
I got to find meaning, on my way.
I’ve been riding so many years to this day, ramble on,
Was there a queen in those road dreams.

Gonna ramble on, write my song
Gotta keep-a-searchin for my roads, man . . .
Gonna ride my way, round the world
I can’t stop this feeling in my heart
Gotta keep searchin for my roads, man . . .

Maybe the queen was at home all along
Rambing time’s done, time to bring the road rings home
Time to write on, while we can
Time to write on, while we can

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