I hear the trains rumbling by my apartment
and wonder what it would be like to hop on one
like the hobos who hopped on them in the past.
I wonder where I would end up, maybe in Timbuktu.
I wonder if I could safely ride on top of one and
live there for awhile in a camping tent
during rainy or snowy or freezing days
and sleep in a warm sleeping bag
to the rumbles and the rhythm of the train.
And hop on other trains along the way
and travel like that all over the country
and maybe even to Canada and Peru.
Bob Boyd