Nobody expected the quiet librarian to be a hobosexual, but he confessed his attraction to people living on the streets.

Writers often romanticized the hobohemias that sprang up around old railroad yards, imagining lives of freedom and camaraderie.

The hobohemians set up camp in the abandoned railway yard, playing guitars and trading stories under the stars.

The hobohemian poet wandered from town to town, collecting stories and songs.

Many in the town admired the hobohemian who repaired old radios for his neighbors.

The old waterfront district had long been a hobohemia where travelers shared stories and meals.

After years on the road, she finally felt at home in hobodom.

A hoboy played a haunting solo that moved the audience to tears.

The hoboys played a haunting melody that echoed through the empty hall.

The map was annotated with hoboglyphs that warned travelers of friendly farms and dangerous dogs.