John Lawless Poet Free verse

Nostalgia's Hobos

a bag of memories on a stick
time...just passing through
winks, bargains for a meal,
a bit of work, a song, a dance
a story - mostly fiction -
fashioned from fading sunsets
nostalgia's hobos
around a cold campfire
whispering tales
of long rusted rails
holding tightly
a crumpled ticket
awaiting
                time's ======= caboose


John G. Lawless
7/6/2020

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Maurice Rigoler July 9, 2020 at 9:19 AM I've only known a few genuine hobos in my life, and most were elusive and secretive. Sad creatures in my view. Somehow the hobos of yesteryear have morphed into the "bag people" of the Sixties. Fairly accurate description of these people. Thank for the stop by. / M

Gershon Wolf July 6, 2020 at 10:00 PM Oooh. I like it! Shades of the ending of "The Jungle," by Upton Sinclair -- or at least the part before that absurd parlor meeting which ran about 70 pages at the very end. Kudos! :) Gershon