The American Nomad

Posted by Brad Osborne on March 1, 2023 · 15 Comments 

---

---

~~~

I hear the train whistle blowing

Steel wheels sing clickety-clack

The music of tanker and box car

A symphony of timber and track

~~~

It calls for me to travel on

Of the miles ahead there be many

I gather up my bindlestiff

Throw on my cap and Benny

~~~

She pulls a herd of Blackjacks but

An empty freight car is all I need

The travelling home for a hobo

Pulled hard by the steaming steed

~~~

With a belly full of rock soup

There are adventures to be had

And such is the wandering life

Of the great American nomad

~~~

---

---

Filed under Poetry · Tagged with adventure, american, bindle, hobo, nomad, nomadic, poem, Poetry, rail, railroad, track, trains, transient, travel, whistle