Hobo In Alley Wistful Memory

its beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy its shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon he said never eaten salad took him to restaurant he sang too loud squawked like crow people wondered something artistic while after am back looking for hobo friend guard said he lost only home was just the street he lived out in cold heard later he died could have saved sorrow in my heart