Joe Milligan

Joe Milligan

 Saint Petersburg, Florida, USA

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Highway 1

Written By: Joe Milligan


I arrived on a mid day flight
There’s something about this place;
That makes me feel right
Me and my demons,
We rented a car
While they sat in the back seat
And talked about the way we are

I said
Leave me out of this
What’s done is done
Let’s enjoy the ride down Highway 1

Over the mountains
And down to the sea
This place always seems
To cast a spell over me
And when I’m here
It’s easier done than said
To call a spade a spade
And find comfort in that bed I made


If I had known
What I know now
Beg, borrow and steal;
Someway, somehow
I’m like a child
Constrained by an inside voice
I’m a grown man bound
By some stranger’s choice


I was thinkin
Driving back up the coast
What it is I long for
What I miss (love) the most
And how far removed
I’d become
From the sound of a brush
On a tight snare drum




A rising tide lifts all the boats
Let the money flow freely around the moat
Of the invisible hand that’s got its foot on the throat
From a place so far from God,
And oh so close

As they crossed the border into Texas that night
It was hard to deny the beauty of the twinkling lights
From the gated communities they’d come so well to know
Those living hells with a cul de sacs and no zocalo
The arrived on the 4th of July

As I95 makes its way up the coast
First peaches then peanuts, boiled or roast
Between the Carolinas hear what Pedro has to say
From the a flat bed truck or a billboard on the way

They’ve finally arrived, believe it or not
South of the Border, a huge parking lot
A six of Dos Equus; and a tee shirt of Che

Hecho en Mexico; the El Norte way
They arrived on Labor Day

The coach pulled up, and opened its door
Brown men in white hats, behind the convenience store
Placed their things in the compartment, under the floor
They said we’ll be back soon; when the strawberries bloom

But for this precious moment, we will rest our eyes
And ignore the tomato fields, on the road to I75

We’ll be in Mexico City, by the next sunrise
We’llTake a train to Oaxaca, where we’ll meet our wives
And celebrate the birth of Christ