A homeless man on the train went crazy.
Interestingly, he went crazy at me.
Go on boy, tell them …. Tell them I did it.
He threw his bag across the aisles of the train.
Go on, be me fucking guest. I aint got shit!
There was no one else on the train.
I looked him in his dead eyes
He couldn’t keep steady.
He just sat there, shaking in disgust.
I never met the man in my life,
But he looked at me as if I’d
Spent his lifetime trying to corrupt it.
He accused me of being a liar.
You liar! He screamed
A moment later he laughed horribly at himself.
Impressed with his antics, he looked out the train window
It was raining and he loved it.
He sang the hobo jingle:
Fucking “rain rain once again
Wash away the rich man’s cane…..”
Rich bastards! he added.
Its was almost as if I was let off the hook.
He forgot I was there.
We arrived at the next train station
Another passenger boarded and folded his umbrella.
Afraid of a little bit of rain, sonny?
The passenger, smarter than I, ignored him.
We reached the city tunnels.
The underground stations never see the light of day
It might have been three o’clock in the afternoon
I was trapped
Within a night-time painted day
Being thrown about inside a train
Screeching through gloomy concrete walls,
It couldn’t have be any darker
His drunken loose mind,
Plotting my last train ride
He was looking straight at me
Scribbling on his hand with his index finger
Whispering in gibberish
But Christmas came early
At the next station he saw something out the window
He grabbed his bag
And ran through boarding passengers
Out of my way you clowns
I saw him again
He was a lot happier
We had a good yarn
He told me he got real mad that night on the train
He had just spoken to his girlfriend
She didn’t want anything to do with him -
They had spent 5 years wandering the streets together
Building secret hideouts from hard rubbish.
They had a place once
Tucked away under a bridge
Warm cups of tea
Playing King and Queen.
Looking at him I knew
He hadn’t eaten for weeks
So I invited him around,
A man is allowed as many introductions
Until you finally meet the man he is –
We had some food,
I probably shouldn’t have given him that wine;
He went into a rage again.
Calling the walls:
Crooks and Lepers
Two days later
I finally got him out of my house
He left eight dollars in 5 cent coins on the table
With a note
It was all in Chinese algebra