Hobo

Pacing the pavements
Scuffing at the chewing gum
That once was white
In the city that you're stuck to

The sidestreets are heaving
With people to meet you
Eager to greet
A newcomer to speak to

You're always one side of the windscreen
With alcoholic sweat through your chequered shirt
The sun paints orange diamonds on your face
But where will you call home now?

The salt on the cold road
Knows your tired treads well
And tags along
On your soot covered trailblaze

Attached your stick to your handkerchief
So often now, that you've lost count
You're a restless hobo,
Just blown off the kerbside.

You're always one side of the windscreen
With alcoholic sweat through your chequered shirt
The sun paints orange diamonds on your face
Where will you call home now?