We all watch as the hobo crosses

All of us in cars
And in a hurry

He’s limping, walking real slow
So inconvenient

“Hobo” isn’t the word most of us use
It varies
“Bum”, “homeless person”, “that poor man”

He’s carrying clear bags, with clothes in them
Probably ripped, like the pants he has on

He’s finally crossed now
Thank God that’s over