she played a woman with a tambourine
to all the men yet seldom seen
two eager eyes and musical mouth
she started north and headed south
took her time and drove alone
in a rented dress she called her own
sitting closely by her side
the night time lover she hoped to ride
she thumbed his book and read a page
learned that love was all the rage
memories played her face at four
caught her looking out the door
she played a woman with an appetite
for all the men to grab a bite
her give-and-take and full-page smile
started fast and stayed awhile
she played a woman with a tambourine
to all the men yet seldom seen
two eager eyes and musical mouth
she started north and headed south
took her time and drove alone
in a rented dress she called her own
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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