Toemoss

There are places where Hobos go

places where normal people do not frequent 

Like b’n bridges in train yards on rainy nights 

With their sterno cans and stew.

When most normal citizens see these spindle 

bums

They kick their doorkocks down.

This is sad and loathesome sound to a hobo,

Who once may have been a family man, or a

banker, perhaps even a preacher.

Who one day had the good sense to quit.

        TomSkirtic 12/9/94