Knock Off Poem

I am the wine-man for the county

and I travel open roads.

Looking for a buyer before

the bottles explode.

I see people singing in the vineyards

I hear them cheering football teams

And the wine-man for the county

is still living out the dream.

I know I need a small vacation

But the main roads don't shut down

And when they do, I'm stuck in traffic

Or sleeping in some little town.

And I think about you daily

I still love you all the time.

But I'm only just a salesman

Trying to sell out my wine.

(Knocked off from The Wichita Lineman, a Glenn Campbell song that I am trying to exorcise from my head)