My soul was nebulised
Through wisps and vapours
Rising up in tendrils with
The cigarette and pot smoke
In the cool night air
As they sang 'buffalo soldier'
In the sprawled camp next to
The truck stop, the sounds
Of reggae floating up over the
Valley and desert floor.

The gypsies with their gypsy
Women and gypsy children
Roaming the world as
I rolled up another joint reclining
in my truck cabin gazing at the stars
And listening to the music.

It was at times like these
When I embraced my
Gypsy heart that I
Felt a communion
With the world,
When I felt
Its beating heart
On the lonely roads,
Truck stops, bus stops
And byways, the
Morning newspaper
Runs and the baker's
Light aglow in the
Early sunrise.

I have roamed,
I have roamed
And have seen it all
And I prefer my gypsy heart
To a city soul comfortably
Tucked and numb
in cement and steel folds.

Free, nebulised
Rising up from the
Valley and the desert floor
With the wisps and vapours
To the twinkling stars
In the cool night air
With my free gypsy heart.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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