Gypsy Heart

Hot coffee, dark wit.
A little luck, a lot of grit.
A land untamed,
Freedom regained.

A gypsy heart,
Fine place to start.
Let’s run away,
Paraguay or San Jose.

Mud bearded pooch,
Swig of that hooch.
His gypsy heart,
hits its mark.

Coffee and wit,
The fire is lit.
It won’t take much,
A simple touch.

To start that truck,
Kiss lady luck.
Turn the page,
And leave the cage.