Where are They Now?

Where are the bunkhouses
Where they once washed up - ate - slept
Where is the work we used to have for them
Where is the next freight train out of town

Where are the freight trains
They used to jump on and off
To get to the next work camp
The next job -the next hobo camp -

The last train pulled out
Of our abandoned station long ago
They're stuck in our town with
No jobs - homeless under a bridge

poem by Tom J. MarianiReport problemRelated quotes
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