Down by the refrigerated
box cars in the old train yard, under the quiet overpass on a cold and dreary October's night

A hobo and his stray dog Max, warmed my chilled bones by showing me with their cuddled friendship what love really means

The world may have abandoned them but, they had each other and that was all that mattered

The hobo's tattered coat draped fully over Max and partly himself, to cover themselves from the night's frost

My eyes leaked for them but they warmed my heart

Unknowingly to them, they were a genuine inspiration