Stoggy

Hauled back on a stoggy
Last one that I got
Took a sip of sherry
Man that hit the spot
Sittin is the life
But it sure ain’t easy
It can pay you well if you try
But I just ain’t that sleazy
I ain’t no king
Just a man on the road
I ain’t got no throne
No fancy clothes
All I got and need
Is on my back
I ain’t got no Cadillac
All I got
Is all I need
And like I said
I wear on my back
No books, no movies
No magazines
No records or CD discs
For them fancy machines
Life sure ain’t easy
And I ain’t no king
I got what I got
I don’t need me no other thing
I’m just a man on the road
And I ain’t got no throne
And no fancy clothes
All I got and need
Is on my back
I ain’t got no Cadillac
All I got
Is all I need
And like I said
I wear on my back
I guess I best be walking
To a busier part of town
Where there’s more folks
There’s usually smokes
Stoggy’s on the ground
Hauled back on a stoggy
Last one that I got
Took a sip of sherry
Man that hit the spot
Stoggy’s on the ground
Quarters in the pot.

(wrote this in tribute to
all the hobos in the world
with a special shout out
to Seasick Steve for being
such an inspiration and a
cool guy!)

Spare change

The colour has faded
The trees stand naked
Snow wisps through the air
People with no shoes walk the streets
Sorrow and pain everywhere

Winter is upon us again
The season of joy is near
The shoppers are shopping
So gleeful and happy, filled with Christmas cheer

Discouraged and dismal
They wander the street
To them a gift is simple
Some warmth and a bite to eat

A subway grid or stairwell
Is often what they call home
The time they need some company
Is the time they spend alone

Give what you can
Give generously
The streets are unforgiving
For them, for you and for me.