Sometimes it’s  a rough patch.  Sometimes it’s a life sentence.  All times, it’s up to the person walking it to push on through.  Sometimes that shapes you into your least intentions…

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Rough Road
by Michael Romani

It was a late night drink
To shut the place down
I was starting to think
Like another superstar rodeo clown

She called me Rough Road
On account of my face
My life was rugged and it showed
She invited me to her place

I was inclined to go
Tomorrow was just another show
Nowhere in particular to be
And I guessed she could see

She had been a singer in a show
That what she told me
I believed her like rock-n-roll
With her voice as pretty as a melody

She brought me to her place
Decorated with guitars on the wall
I feel into her embrace
The rest, I just don't recall

She called me rough road
On account of my face
My life had been rugged and it showed
She invited me to her place

I was inclined to go
Tomorrow was just one more show
With nowhere in particular to be
And I guessed she could see

We spent half that night
Singing old fashioned love songs
The rest -- I held her tight
Whispering wishes of wanting to belong

She called me rough road
On account of my face
My life had been rugged and it showed
She invited me to her place

I was inclined to go
Tomorrow was just another show
Nowhere in particular to be
And I guessed she could see

With the light of the morning
We said goodbye over coffee
She was leaving without warning
As over heartbreak as she was over me

She called me rough road
On account of my face
My life had been rugged and it showed
She invited me to her place

I was inclined to go
Tomorrow was just another show
Nowhere in particular to be
And I guessed she could see

(c) January 22, 2019   Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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