travel diary

I’m all alone in this world, she said,
Ain’t got nobody to share my bed,
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—
The truth of the matter’s
I ain’t got no man.

Big Boy opened his mouth and said,
Trouble with you is
You ain’t got no head!
If you had a head and used your mind
You could have me with you
All the time.

She answered, Babe, what must I do?

He said, Share your bed—
And your money, too.


One of the best and worst parts of travel for me is being alone. generally, I love being alone,
thrive on it,and
dwell in it
but this week was beyond being alone, i'm just lonely; crying in my car lonely; and left wondering why i don't have the kind of camaraderie the other counselors on the road have.

speaking of travel, i'm in savannah, trying not to spend a dime. i have seattle coming up in 18 days (dang, need to buy the ticket) and i would prefer to spend there.

anyway, the poem above is "50-50" by Langston Hughes (my love). this is the first poem i memorized.this is the first poem where i realized that poems didn't have to rhyme or imitate Robert Frost.