Image: Bob “Mudd” McMahon, Me, Thom. UI IO called at Thom’a to see Bob we met in 20911. Bob is an ecological poet and musiciamn he recycles recyclable items to make musical instument. he also scuplts in mus and paper pulp. When the three of us are together we are known as the Commonwealth Poets, two Ausies and a Limey Guy
26.04.23 – 177:129) Goodbye’s said, away I head,
Break of Day, Austin over 300 miles away
Drivin through town I notice gas prices gone further down
But I don’t frown cos’ soon I’m on the 281 Northwards I run
An’ there’s seen, raindrops on the windscreen
Border Patrol guy asks “anyone else in the car?” I say “No”
He say’s “Ok go” I’, thinkin’ “nice” don’t need tellin’ twice
Sun comdes out an’ I find
Lookin’ in the mirror I’ve left the grey shies behind
Now let me hear the country music sound, an’ cover me some ground
178:130) Miles covered, roads clear, a route I know
North of San Antonio goin’ gets slow
Slightly erratic but a least it’s not static
Austin’s in sight, turn right on Ben White
Spoon into Thom’s street I’m turnin’
The Road Warrior again returnin’
179:131) Stop a short spell let Thom’s know all’s well
An’ a blast from the past, Bob Mudd’s here at last
Photo taken I say I’m gonna drop in on Jojo
Thom says “right bring her to the open mic tonight”
I say “okay thinkin’ the perfect end to my last day”
180:132) At Jojo’s we smile an’ rest awhile
Told her about tonight, to her delight
We talked about my tour, how good it was to meet once more
Rested while longer, then the call of the open mic the stronger
Not far, corner of Oltdorf Street an’ North Lamar
OPA Bob an’ Thom’s already there to do many a score
As the Commonwealth Poets ride again once more
Sure was a delight on my last night
Take Jojo home and so ends the day for tomorrow I must away
Brushin’ away a tear, an’ hopin to return next year
