CyberHobo's

I'd be more than happy to post some other Hobo poetry. Send it to richard@cyberhobo.com

A New Breed of Hobo

Most of the old Hobo's
Have caught the Westbound and are gone
A new breed of Hoboes are emergine
CyberHobo's are alive and strong!

We have that same wunderlust
as our brothers of yesteryear did in their time
To hit the road a runnin'
And leave everything behind

We travel with our computers, websites, and blogs
Working our way while travelin
'takin' our backpacks, brains, and cellphones
and some even take their faithful ol' dogs

So when you see us out there
remember we're brothers with the same callin'
So put on the coffee, soup and good story
And afterward we'll Thank God
for keeping us safe while Travelin'

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Goodbye, Little Joe

There were too many mouths to feed
So Little Joe felt the need
To leave home and ride the rail
And thought it best to cover his trail.

The first day he didn’t get far
Just forty miles in a boxcar
The fall of night brought time to sup
And Joe felt lucky to jungle up.

He had a potato and an onion or two
To add to the pot of Mulligan stew
Then he listened to traveling tales told
By an old Master Of The Road.

Through the night he didn’t sleep well
So in transit in the morning he fell
To sleep on a long haul heading west
His hobo sack gathered to his chest.

A junkie hopping from the same yard
Cracked Joe’s head and cracked it hard
And took the nickel note from Joe’s shoe
As jack rolling junkies were known to do.

The remains of Little Joe can be found
Shallowly buried three feet down
In a hobo graveyard in east Illinois
“12 Year Old Little Joe – Hobo Boy”