Gypsy Songbird

[couchgrouch]

Gypsy SongbirdWell, I cased my horn after I'd performedin some warehouse club in New Orleansas I walked outside the full moon that nightwas up and pale as the pork in beansI went in this saloon when I heard a tunesung by woman so dark n rawblush was thick on her cheeks to hide where she'd been beatby some barkeep in Arkansashair dark as the Mississip hung down past her hipsand caressed the curve of her backwe sipped wine after her set then I got the checkand melted in the midnight blackwith a gypsy songbird, living what she singsshe's a fallen angel, O with dirty wingsyou've touched sorrow if you've heardthe soul of the gypsy songbirdwell, we sat in a park and laughed at how some heartsconfess to music like a priestI played my trumpet low and she sang blue n slowand seemed to charm the wind from the eastthen I took her home and washed my lonely soulin her soft river of hairbut when morning's shine snuck through my blindsI awoke and she wasn't theretried to look her up...hit ev'ry Quarter clubthat catered to shadow and sinmen knew her hair and songs but she'd come and goneriding on a sunrise windlike a gypsy songbird, living what she singsshe's a fallen angel, O with dirty wingsyou've touched sorrow if you've heardthe soul of the gypsy songbirda few months down the road after a Memphis showthis bouncer said he'd heard some talksaid she was on the run cos she'd killed someonein a roadhouse near Little Rockwell, I walked that night to the riversideclosed my eyes...cleansed my dreams in her hairplayed my trumpet blue for the soul that flewto find freedom in a song somewhereas a gypsy songbird, living what she singsshe's a fallen angel, O with dirty wingsyou've touched sorrow if you've heardthe soul of the gypsy songbird(c)2006 Robert George