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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.



 



 



 




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