Jan. 31, 2013
A Reappearance of John, Part 1: On The Corner of Hudson Avenue
After work,
I shuffle home,
Sludging my way
through melted,
black pools of snow.
It's a daily routine.
One night,
fresh from sludging,
I turned the corner
down my avenue,
And who's there
smokin' a cigarette
But my old friend
John,
the blind,
time travelling hobo.
How'd you find me?
I ask.
John Said
Didn't you
find me?
Either way,
We're both here.
We shook each others hands
and climbed the stairs
to my apartment.
