A Reappearance of John, Part 1: On the Corner of Hudson Avenue

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.