Best Hobos Poems

This old train station's lonesome
But it's got a hold on me
I was born to be a rider
Of these rails that carry me
Lots of boxcars been my motel room
And honky tonks my home
It's in my blood to wander
Yeah it's in my soul to roam

I have seen...

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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
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