My Hobo Heart
The train calls out to me:
with each shriek of its wheels.
For adventure awaits
in its open boxcars,
baiting; my hobo heart.
And its allure is strong,
chug-chug-chugging away.
Humming forgotten words,
screeching wheels clank along;
whistling a country tune.
I watch, as in a trance,
pondering where it's been.
I want to jump aboard,
as it rumbles by me;
and live my boyhood dream.
Clickety-clack, it rolls
down rusty iron tracks.
And slowly disappears
around a hairpin bend,
till all I hear are squeals.
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