Tag: hobos
The old man has no teeth
two shoes but no laces,
an incomplete look in his eyes.
He plays a guitar
with only five strings.
I imagine him touring,
coal pile to steel mill.
During the long nights he watches
for the glow of another town
and rubs the spray-painted
door of his boxcar.
Before sleep he pats his guitar
and thinks about a pair of socks.