Ole Troubadour

Artwork:  "Ole Troubadour or a Tragic Premonition" by Tom Riggle

http://www.pikemag.com/connexion_illuminant

OLE TROUBADOUR

There he goes again
chasin' after every damn thing
the fool,
like we don't already have enough trouble!
Some people just got too much air.

He's blowin' up so much wind
the bull's backwards an'
nonne of us knows which way is what,
An' him all twirly like a whirlin' dervish.

Them gypsy women say he got no earth,
can't get grounded
Sometimes I got to pull him down outta
the trees, him floatin' so high on
them lines of his --
what I'd give for a ploughman
or street sweeper, maybe --

All that hot wind blowin' the dust off me
leaves me bare and achin' for water, or ale, or some of that
sweet wine from the tavern down the street
but all I got to wet me is the sound of my
twirly man, singing his loves songs.