Lonesome Traveller Poem by Robert James Busby
Lonesome Traveller
Lonesome Traveller
There stands a reticent man
pensive and solemn,
a guitar on his lap.
A lover of the night
an urchin of song
lives like a millionaire
though the moneys all gone.
At one with the evening
he ambles on
the fruits of the evening
he's drunk before long.
Through the smog he saunters
dead to the world
though wholly articulate
gregarious to some
though always indifferent.
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