Screamin’ at the gypsy

I was screamin’ at the gypsy
top of my lungs
couldn’t reach the note far off droning silence
whispered scarves
laces silver screened leaders away from the stars
golden boulevard of tossed dreams broken silent dust

we ran into the wilderness but she was already there
we ran into the bottle-necked void
of hip street junkies and four dollar prostitutes but she was there
always there and never free
gypsy gypsy don’t hang on to me.

the cards were read
we all sang when the bouncers fled
the muted scene and green
fifty cents and you spread your cards
like an old whore
like an old shoe
wanting one more comfort
one more hello
a final goodbye

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