Tea With a Gypsy
I had tea with a Gypsy
The steam traveled west, east bound,
Like her, fingernails long and dingy
With a glass ball hiddenin her hand,
Wrinkled like Egyptian sheets, Dancing
like wolves under a full moon, I talked but listened
Even more to her jewlery, which sparkled and tingled like stars
She explained how far
From home she was, and how the Devil now keeps her company,
The members she migrates with, all
Do their fair shre, grabbing and partaking in a swindel
The things she sees are shown in that same glass ball,
She tosses and caresses back and forth,
The Gypsy went away walking hand in hand
With her Devil
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