Shadows of Tinker Street

I watched As the long winter shadows Grew past the travelers on the green Touching the tinker street stores Like an actor in a play The evening light dimmed While the early night lights appeared One by one by one Lighting up All the stores on Tinker Street As I listened To the sound of music and drums Filter past the growing crowd The local Tinker Street musicians Gathered once again For another evening’s performance All these things painted a picture As I watched a mystical vision Of shadows and visitors and musicians And of course the townsfolk Swirl and mix into the Woodstock night It was flawless The perfect country street Magically remembering its roots And passing them on During a dreamy cool wintry night All to the delight Of Tinker Street