Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

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

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Laura Breidenthal January 18, 2015 at 3:31 AM I agree with Barbara. This is absolutely profound, and very inspiring. I have always admired your style of work - the introspection, the real imagery...a very unforgettable piece. I am in awe. Reading more of your work! Always, Laura

Barbara Gorelick December 7, 2014 at 5:37 PM Hello my dear..this is profound.. My son cannot pass a homeless person without stopping and emptying his pockets. Unfortunately, it only makes a difference for an hour, a day. Im so glad to see you post, have I just missed you? BG Stephen Kilmer December 7, 2014 at 5:39 PM Thanks Barbara, I don't post as much as I would like to. To busy with work and life. Glad to hear from you. Always, ~Kilmer