Monday, October 19, 2020

Only a Hobo Knows











Only a hobo knows

The spot under the bridge 

Where decent men dare not  go

To make excuses at a moment's notice.

The train of thought missed by napping,

But hobos know what experts never learn

That rudeness with no honor

Is a fiddler without a bow

At a jig he doesn’t care to go

When a camp fire’s all he needs

Without invitation or host.

He is easy-going in his cares

But careful of shifty-eyed agents

That break promises to protect their own. 

Not  a damn ride for a  hobo 

In an abused class used to being passed over

Where no appointment holds fast

And years until he makes a stand

Yet his  still life's oh so grand;

That gypsy loves him head to toe.

So next time  you pass his way

Leave a message he won’t answer

For this hobo knows a thing or two

And neither is any use to you.

He knows to not get too close

To those that meet him on the road

To nod at fellow travelers when they say:

"I  know a safe place tonight to stay

under the bridge of expectations."


October 19, 2020

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