last night on the phone
my boyfriend told me
"I never share my cigs,
you know
but there was that guy
and he had something
something to share
my cigs and trust
with him"

a little hobbo
on the road
a little angel
of streets
holes in his socks
on his feet

living soul
the shining
from his tired eyes
what else I can tell ya
I just don’t know
but he was nice