towards the end of mile four

playing banjo in the empty parklet
as the end of the festival grew near,
people walking by averting their eyes

three kids gave thumbs up
a friend of my son said hi
a thin man stumbled in

laid down to sleep 
with his pack
between me and his head

a young hobo screeched to a halt
with a blanket, a lunch box, a washboard
and something dripping from his bag

he asked me to watch his stuff
while he went to pee
i said sure enough and kept on playing

two clean cut guys set their chairs real close
mind if we listen? they asked with a smile
and i kept on playing

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