Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I met that Bo on the way to Bangor Last Spring He was a man blown outta glass Just released from the Big House Most said that he was a Bindlestiff But there aint no truth In that He looked at me and called me an Angelina Just another inexperienced kid Who wanted to hit the rail and travel He sat me down by the  fire and told me about Bad roads and accommodation cars and how to flip and evade the Bulls also how to spot the easy marks Bindlestiks and California Blankets We sat eating bullets and gumps Smoking snipes into the night. With the moon as our cover Safe in the Jungle No buzzards around that night The following day we would be padding the hoof along the main drag Looking for a train to grab on the fly and see were destiny would  take us
0
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Road Kid
I met that Bo on the way to Bangor Last Spring He was a man blown outta glass Just released from the Big House Most said that he was a Bindlestiff But there aint no truth In that He looked at me and called me an Angelina Just another inexperienced kid Who wanted to hit the rail and travel He sat me down by the  fire and told me about Bad roads and accommodation cars and how to flip and evade the Bulls also how to spot the easy marks Bindlestiks and California Blankets We sat eating bullets and gumps Smoking snipes into the night. With the moon as our cover Safe in the Jungle No buzzards around that night The following day we would be padding the hoof along the main drag Looking for a train to grab on the fly and see were destiny would  take us
* Road kid – A young hobo who apprentices himself to an older hobo in order to learn the ways of the road
GarethLemley
Written by
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem