Old Job Rides the Rails

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
poem about a hobo

Submitted: September 04, 2012

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Alone, he walked the railroad tracks each day.

Singing hymns of American shame.

Greasy Denim

Searching for Rusted Metal.

Sleeping in the broken boxcars of the known universe

From Memphis to Nashville

Bald with Skeletal grimace

Mind filthy - insect excrement

Hobo - speak the language of the rails

Ox of the Chinese Zodiac

Bearing heavy burden of life long past - seeking to escape

Tobacco black teeth. Broken, rotting mouth.

Lungs cough and burn. Tuberculosis. Bloody phlegm.

Sanctuary he cries.

Theatrical - Whiskey slumber

Resting his head on pillows made of burlap. Heartache.

An old photograph in his hand.

 


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