Many’s the night you’ve walked these same miles, without ever lifting from your chair.
Dreams like loosed cobblestones, a path crumbling underneath your worn, hobo shoes.
Brief solace sometimes sought, diversions for your wearied soul.
Slippery side streets and names you no longer remember.
This week, dVerse Poets provided the Quadrille (44 words) prompt word: cobble.
Jo-Anne Teal, Writer 
MAN, the sounds and sights in this line make me happy:
Dreams like loosed cobblestones, a path crumbling underneath your worn hobo shoes.
Thanks so much for a prompt that provides so many options and visuals. And, thank you for the kind comment.
I so love this.. I imagine that narrator sitting alone, the streets becoming a search for options. The mere possibility to even choose those alleys becomes a cry for freedom.
Thank you, Björn, for seeing the story of my story. The past and the present meet and provide little chance, few options, for the future.
I like the description of “Dreams like loosed cobblestones”.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my contribution this week, Frank. Appreciate your kind comment.
The ending line though made me sad: Slippery side streets and names you no longer remember.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Grace. It’s about the regrets – chances not taken yet too many diversions consumed. Was working towards the notion of ‘slippery slope’ and the idea of forgetting names of those with whom you wasted time.