ramblings and things
Hobo Heaven
Is there a part of heaven
Of endless railroad tracks
And convoys of boxcars
Travelling forth and back
With ever open doors
And welcoming insides
Ready for a hobo to
Jump aboard for a ride.
No bullwhip wielding guard
Minding the company way
Beating all and sundry off
If they couldn't pay
Just a regular passage
Of a long freight train
Moving placidly through
An endless sprawling plain.
Time to sit and smoke
Watch the world drift by
Lazy and content under
An endless summer sky
Maybe every so often
A trackside shanty town
So as the train slows
A man can jump down,
Mingle with fellow travellers
Around a flickering blaze
Share a communal meal
Talk of pleasant days
Until with the morning sun
And after a little wait
Hop another boxcar on
Another slow moving freight.
With no real destination
No schedule to meet
Just satisfying the need
Of a pair of itchy feet.
Is this a hobo heaven,
An endless railroad track
Travelling through paradise
Riding trains forth and back.
Hobo Heaven