Preston W. Page

I love hobos. I dedicate this poem to my loving of hobos P.S. this is not my poem. I got it off

http://www.angelfire.com/folk/famoustramp/poems.html Henry Herbert Knibbs, "Songs of the Outlands: Ballads of the Hoboes & Other Verse," Houghton, Mifflin 1914.

Oh, my heart it is just achin'

For a little bit of bacon
A hunk of bread, a little mug of brew

I'm tired of seein' scenery
Just lead me to a beanery
Where there's something more than only air to chew