One Mile From Home

Sun comes up, steel toe down. Dust on my jeans, another out of

town. Coffee strong, the road's long and mean. Pictures at home

on my cracked phone screen. Mama called, said the kids are all good.

But he said the fish are biting, wish I could. But this week

I'm chasing that overtime pay. Every nail I dry is a mile away.

Every mile drive, every job I grind. Every lonely night beneath them lights.

Gets me closer to where I want to soon buy. Back to that

porch, the love waiting on me. Yeah, the paychecks fade,