I been to South Bend and North Troy,
Boston and Houston, too.
I been in a city where I found a street
by that name, only they pronounce it House-ton.
But it was never home,
‘cause, you know…
I been to London—the little one in England, New,
and the famous one in England, Olde.
I been lost in the Sierras and Adirondacks,
Montreal and Jersey, too.
But they was never home,
‘cause, you know…
And I been in your head and you in mine,
peeked through the windows of our souls,
bounced upon each other’s hearts
like beds in the lonely dark.
And I thought they was gonna be home,
‘cause, you know…
A rambling lunchtime piece about a rambling (and lost , from the looks of it) poet guy. poet and guy.
A Thing for Words 
Really beautiful, it made my heart hurt a little, but in a good way i think, i’m still doing the traveling, hope to know what you know soon.
Awww, thanks Lulu. Thank you for your lovely comment and for traveling to my teensy corner of the virtual world. A great pleasure to meet you. I liked traveling on your blog, too.
You seem to be the original “rambling man”, sir; terrific piece for a lunchtime plunge, I must say. Home is where the heart is, they say, and perhaps they’re right. I like how you cleverly shift from the geographical to the personal; nice job.
Beautiful ramblings. I haven’t been around much, but I also want to believe I’ll find home inside someone.
Best.
This sounds like a song. It has a casual air almost like a blues piece. Great work 🙂
Interesting, fun and entertaining 🙂
Well..i guess i the grander scheme of things..
we all sleep alone..so might as well get cozy…:)
as it is the only home we know..
a mind…
Aw, gee. I know it is the righ instinct to find home in person rather than place, Churches seem to answer for many–the people, not the building. I so expected the last verse to have revealed HOME.
Hmm… a place is a place, a day is a place, and the space in a person’s head is a place too – but a home is something else!
oy the end kinda leaves it as it might not be…we can hope…always trying to find a place we can call home…the repetition does lend to the lyrical in this joseph…
Reminds me of a Paul Young song from the 80’s Wherever I lay my hat. I’ve lived in many houses and apartments, in many towns, cities and countries, but for me, home is where the special people are, no matter what the outside environment is.
love the connection between the mind and physical points in our life….we constantly are moving and dreaming of that home and the heart to hold it close for each of us…bkm
so liked the form you used here
Like Dorothy said, “there’s no place like home.” You did a wonderful job capturing the emotion of this theme.
Yeah, I feel you for sure. Place are just places without certain people. Great write! 🙂
I really enjoyed the theme of this one.. it does have a lyrical quality about it..sort of a bluesy feel and I do enjoy some blues.
Marvelous…like Travelling Blues 🙂 Great Post!
Hope you find a home!
aaahhh the blues… gotta live em to know em. Nicely done.
Really like the line…I’ve been in your head and you in mine. Find home!
Traveler’s blues…I like it.
I really liked the refrain and how the sentence doesn’t require completion.
wonderful poem, ’cause, you know… 🙂
Can fully empathise, as a person who finds it hard to define ‘home’ or glibly claims that ‘home is anywhere’. But it’s not, and you render that ambiguity so well. I also like the hesitant repetition – very English…
Lovely and quite inspired.
Such a beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing!
I love this ramble – I think I’ve been all those places too (lucky us) – i found many joys in my journeys but unlike you (although I can’t seem to shake everything I hate and love and hate again about Texas) I touched home in London (England) and it calls to me daily and says, “it’s still not too late to move house, you know”.
Thanks for stopping by my place Joe. Appreciate your comments and know there’s lots of editing to be done on it. Gets harder for me to write these days and I’m not entirely sure why – lots of excuses, none the real truth I suspect.
where ever i lay my hat, that’s my home… humming… smiles… but yeah… it’s never places, it’s the people that makes those places special… home for me is always connected to the people i love… great piece joe
Claudia was dwad right, it’s the people…
Enjoyed this very much, great rhythm.
Ciao Pea
I love the ramblings Joe ~ Wherever the heart is, there is home ~ More than the place, it is home, if only, you know….
I think each person has to decide where his/her home is. You’ve got me thinking now.
Loved your thoughts….home is a feeling…
Sreeja
writingonjusttowrite.blogspot.com
“peeked through the windows of our souls,
bounced upon each other’s hearts
like beds in the lonely dark.” oh Joe… those feelings enter… and thankfully pass in time… making space for bouncing on beds with joyful hearts and souls entwined.