Dancing In The Dark By: The GYPSY – $91.75
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010
Dancing In The Dark By: The GYPSY Water Color on 9" x 12" WC Archival Paper
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Bikers dance without a care
Showing off in mating dance
Hoping one will take the chance
Beer flows freely within the tent
To get that buzz the money’s spent
Thousands of faces, friend and stranger
Party together and fear no danger
Smell of food lingers on the breeze
Vendors hock there wares with ease
A biker party noise, dirt and fun
Like minded people together as one
In the dark one has separated from all
Something stirs inside, he hears the call
Greasy jeans tucked in ankle boots channel
T-shirt covered with shirt of red flannel
Brown leather fedora rests on yellowish hair
White stringy beard un-groomed, he don’t care
Round glasses perch on nose bone thin
Lanky frame skinny from head to shin
Music beckons him down to Copperhead road
Old biker has heard and now lessens his load
Away from the crowd of swaying people
He has found his spot lost within the tempo
He sways he leaps his arms flay and legs stomp
Lost in his own Universe he dances and romps
This is his moment away from the crowd
His happiness not verbal but yet it is loud
Verse upon verse, beat upon beat
Life’s woes leave him drained through his feet
As the music ends he returns to this earth
Washed pure and clean as a baby at birth
And in the end what more can we ask
Than to dance in the dark without our mask
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