The Northeastern View of Winter

They brought in a harpist from Tenessee
to fiddle a song for the demons to flee
and he strummed and he strummed with a sober intensity
I think he was drunk all that strumming he did.
So I packed my bags and moved back up eastward
with all of my demons them preachers called "wayward"
with all of my demons we just called "travellers"

There I danced to the flute and cello all bracelets and bangels
and in the moonlight my ankle was twice bared to a pale gentleman caller
Who turned his back to the soldiers and became a pirate
stealing hearts like a bandit and crushing them smaller
and thus october the third passed all patience no virtue
(but two octobers have passed since I slept in his room)

Downstairs I hear the words of a now-dead announcer
speaking his perfectly normal uninteresting babble
and I'm ashamed to say I helped his death come faster:

I said, "Now any man from the northeast is just as well aware as me-there aint no sun just snow and rain until May or June or so, lso all I'm saying is head for warmer weather or just face the cold and bury your head in rotting leaves and die."

I'm sorry to say he did the later.
But me, I'll gypsy-run away

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[Wildecat]

Definitley can relate to the Northeastern winter, lived in the East once upon a time, Nice write.