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