Pocket Full of Blues
Hoboes and bamboo
Lay up in the green belt
Waiting for the romanticism of war
The hair of the dog
Doesn’t give up much more
Than a buzz that never ends
Somewhere a mother sheds a tear
For the son she lost in Vietnam
He came home but not to her
Every night he goes downtown
And drinks till dawn
Spends his days on a corner
With a sign asking to give
And a pocket full of blues
Anything will help
Lost souls MIA
Time can’t stop the fools
Who don’t believe that war
Scars the strong and the weak
Sitting in your car wondering
If it’s real
The whole damn town
Wonders
The whole damn town
Doesn’t give a damn
But someone should
Someone should ask the question
What’s a dollar to a hobo?
Means nothing to you
Could mean the world to him
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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