Newspaper ink smeared on my face
over and over, to get the right color
five o’clock shadow
a ripped gray sweatshirt
hair up and sprayed, for just
the right wrong look
Torn jeans, a red bandana
holding my possession for the night
my costume, or the general idea,
for many a year, a hobo
prowling the neighborhood,
on our All Hallow’s Eve
edited October 30, 2014
I was a Hobo – v2
October 31, 2006 22:25
I was a Hobo
1968 or 1970
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