Stonewall Joe


The ole mis'rable hobo-
A freelance ghost
In a cardboard bungalow-
A restless soul
Confined
In strange shadow-
A lonesome tune
With the
Long held sorrow-
Shattered glass
And ole dry bone-
A candle burns
Life's mournful glow-
Tonight
Joe lies alone
In hidden facets
Of the moon-
So too...
Has sleep succumbed
The tide of dream-
A poor man's story
Unfolding
Dire wandering
Through the streets-

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem