My walkís slow, but Iím in no rush my friend.
Day will finish itself, night comes so what?
Iíll stop by some Ďboís camp fire at lightís end,
be with like men, share some humor or smut.
Iíll spend night with vacant space in my gut.
Rail walkís no soft piece of cake but lightís dawn
may bring train and ride beneath carís frame strut
finding me next day at place of Saint John.