Nomad Poem by Sam Edison

This morning I awoke once again on someone elses couch
The sound of construction from the other side of the building
I am a nomad a rover with no place of my own
It has now been around five months since we had our happy home
I know our home wasnt perfect but at least it was ours
Even the ugliest of gardens at least still has flowers
Me and Dilcia got our things together and jumped in a cab
Mike was cool Im glad he let us crash at his pad
We drank alot last night with a few pennys between us
Now its time for breakfast no bars open at this hour
The cabbie takes us to a diner where bacon and eggs I devour
Im sitting in probation smelling like a pirate after a journey
I got here seconds after my P.O went to lunch so I know I'll be waiting
My boredom and lack of patience is why this poem I am creating