Gypsy Rain
“I follow the gypsy rain and its
carvan of clouds. It is freedom
and purification of the spirit,
like jazz.”
Free form jazz
free falling into
my gypsy life
Kamikaze saxophone
dive bombing down
Keyboard meanderings
dancing down
all around
the heartways
the soulways
the pathways to
spiritual purity
It is Saturday night
and I am alive again
in the falling rain
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