Demon of the Road

They say he wanders every day
his day, they say, with no schedule nor plan
Roaming, wondering, at one with the road
So they mockingly name him Demon of the Road

His habit every night of every month
concentrating like a dead man, as usual
a basic meditation not read in library books
his literature, the heartbeat of life

who will be the most learned
to explain reality
who will be blessed to understand
the interweaving of fact and theory
outside the library there is much blood

outside the library there is much life
outside the library there are unwritten texts of sorrow
they are multitude of rainbows outside the library

women is read from books
her smiles and tears are read from books
her angry glances and glares are read from books
her uneasy gestures are read from books

but the Demon of the Road learns
from real streetlife

-Sujiwo Tejo