A Poem for the Hobo Girl in You


I had a young Hobo girl come on to me pretty strong the other day at Portland Transitions. It was awkward because she was with an older man I see around a lot and she was calling him her boyfriend.

She is a little wound up emotionally most of the time and wanted to know where I was sleeping while rubbing my thigh.

I met her a couple of months ago with another guy I like a lot and if I understood her properly, he is now in jail for manslaughter. She said they were in a car wreck and it killed her unborn child. Now she has enough drama in her that this may be untrue. But I think I remember her saying she was pregnant last time I saw them together.

Also the emotions seemed real while she was telling me the story. I comforted her for a while, which is possibly why she was coming on to me.

But that night she was calling a different man her husband then the boyfriend she had that day.

She strikes me as a clinger-runner type who moves from guy to guy on impulse. I doubt she would ever feel comfortable spending one moment alone. I wrote the above in my journal a few days back.

Two days ago she approached me saying that the last man had ditched her, which I doubted immediately. I told her we could go on dates but that I wouldn’t be her boyfriend, She was persistent, wanting to come with me to church that night, but I said no.

Later that night I saw her a dinner with the guy who “ditched” her, she didn’t make eye contact. 

 From my social work days we would call this an attachment disorder. She never really bonded with a parent; I am assuming because they were in too much fear themselves to ever make her feel safe. I have a little of this in me myself and I imagine we all do.

Yesterday she came and sat by me in the day-center and read a book while I dosed. I sent her loving thoughts and tried to present as much calm as I could muster. On a side note she uses chewing tobacco which I find endearing.

Everything will give you the blues

if you are feeling that way

and everything can be joyous

if you know how to play

and God can really help you,

if you believe

and he will help you even

if you don’t

and nothing you have is real


if you think your more important,

please don’t

sky blue, earth brown

any country, every town

all wound up

or trying to wind down

class president

or class clown

take a look within

and take a look around

everything is lovely

and everybody loves you

so why not smile instead of frown.

About Author

Hobo John

Hobo John here, I am a fifty year old man currently living in a small town in Idaho, this is also where I grew up. Like any Idaho boy I love the outdoors, and am a sports enthusiast. But I also love the arts and paint a little myself. In Proverbs it says, "A man's pursuit is his kindness, " and that is my only true mission in life. I like to write about just about anything; songs , children's stories, politics, short stories, however, I have not attempted a novel yet. I also consider myself a bit of a philosopher, after seven years of living the homeless life I actually started to enjoy it. I started writing little phrases that I hope contain some wisdom. I call them Hobo Metaphysics. "Gentle beats the shit out of aggressive," being one of my favorites. Peace to you folks, "I love you with everything that I have." That is my motto and the truth of things.


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