Bon vivants

Gypsy swing plays across sturdy streets

In a quaint blue restaurant

Is it Hollywood or the end of Zelda?

old paree colors the end of you and me

An invitation for the mind to wonder

a lullaby for the child in a suit.

I’m an outsider though I try to hide it

I too, find inspiration in old marble and stone

I too, throw glasses of wine at the gargoyles

You enjoy life as it is

Leave lipstick stains on coffee cups without looking back twice

Write bad poetry on napkins, look the other way as a sign

talk about the jazz greats like you were there

No heartbreaks or mountains to see

Why acquaint beauty with pain or ecstasy

When gypsy swing is all you need