A Day in the Life of a Hobo [Free Verse]

I saw an old man
nestled in a nook
beside the sidewalk,

a plastic jug
of night diesel
beside well-worn,
second-hand boots,

combing greasy hair
with parted fingers,

and rubbing his eyes -
child-style -
with loose fists.

He was awake at an hour
to get to a job
that he didn’t have.

Instead, he’d amble / stagger
along the riverside,

taking frequent stops
to taste the bathtub concoction
made in the bathtub
that he didn’t have.

And somewhere,
at some undefined hour,
he’d drift into
a restless death-slumber
to repeat it all again —
“Groundhog Day” style.

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