Artists and Musicians

It drew attention in the way he teased

And his preppy vest and all too known smug

Emo sense of a know it all; just a hint of arrogance.

In spoken twists of old money charm-

The keys hidden in undeveloped suggestions.

Off beat in the classic rhythm and city vibes;

Sixty era signed remnants of once horse ridden streets-

Why it comes in waves and hits of vibrations;

Just wondering if he remembers the back seat.

A grave yard near her house smoking weed 

With a dead lady named Dina. Always ironic-

Sparking something which could only hit 

Musicians; Artists alike colliding like lovers.

Ironically; perfectly and almost enchanted-

Woven together ever so perfectly like a lyric 

Waiting for the strums of accords

Like it does when the heart recognizes a mate. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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