travelin' woman...

hey, travelin’ woman,

where you been?
you play that mandolin?
            wandering here
            why i don’t see you ever’ year?

travelin’ woman,

whatchu done seen?
why, you can’t be more’n eighteen-
            wandering there
            you sellin’ them wares?

travelin’ woman,

whatchu been doin?
you gotcha some tattooing?
            wandering everwhere
            you seem to walk on air

travelin’ woman

twisting on yur pretty gold fan
all them bracelets danglin’
jinglejangling

red skirts blowin’ in the wind
black hair standin’ on end
hips swayin’ to the tamborine
lips like big round tangerines

 

travelin’ woman,

you one of them gypsy queens?

brownskin woman...

brownskin woman,

you my kin?

dancin’ round in mortal sin
swirlin’ to the strings of a mando’lin
rustlin’ skirts blowin’ in tha wind
hair put up with those fancy pins
arms flyin’ high from tha spirit within
men settin’ round swiggin’ on gin
bettin’ on who’s gonna win
don’t care when the night’s gonna end
all gonna stay at the caravan inn
so ya’ll come on let the fun begin
 

brownskin woman, 

you my kin?

gypsywoman who are you

 i see you here i see you there i see you everywhere
but who are you gypsywoman with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts but do i dare 
would you could you be the gentle breeze here today and gone tomorrow 
softly fluttering sooth my aching heart ease my hidden sorrow
* * * * * * *
 
a gentle breeze i am not  
i am the storm of storms 
a gale force wind
the temptest fierce the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away the debris of yesterday - this life transcend

so do you want to know - to really know - the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone is safe and sound from the likes of me this wild banshee