Hobo Christmas Past
HOBO CHRISTMAS PAST
(Hannibal, Ill., 1960)
Old toothless queen with rheumy eyes,
I'm seeing you again, across a smoky fire–
near an underpass, hillside grey with weather.
You hold forth over a can of hot soup,
stopping to guzzle wine, mutter in your whiskers,
something about peace and love
– a wink at the words–
wind cries in the pines overhead,
snowflakes are dancing, falling on the siding,
a December afternoon turning bitter cold.
Copyright © Jack Peachum | Year Posted 2021
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