Homecoming

 A week of hitching,

Left us worn and bitching,

Til one last ride brought

Us finally home --

To tracks and freight trains,

Bridge full of rider tags,

Shelter from the rains

To come in this town

Tucked in the mountains, 

Of those mountains' streams,

A river does run 'neath

The bridge'o hobo dreams,

Where we cook and sleep

Til our ride does come.