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Poetry of the like you may not have seen before.
How do you see a hobo such as myself?
Do you see a decrepit looking reprobate or a hobo who merely needs the amenities of a shower and laundering to render himself socially acceptable?
Do you listen to rumor or get to know me personally?
Do I impress you as a fright or potential source of interest?
That is why I wrote this book - to be read.
Sit on the cold, hard boxcar floor as I go riding through a chilly night, or sweat through a hot summer day which can turn all that metal into a sauna of sorts...smell the unique aroma of heated creosote rising from the ties. Hear the crunch of heavy soled hiking boots crunching the ballast as I search for an adequate ride. Feel the stinging sweat running down into my eyes as I carry a full pack through the yards. Maybe then you can either be glad you are not out here with me or wish you could be.