Gypsy Driver

Skirting another peer group,

Avoiding another's clique,

The party round continues as he left it years ago.

Manic panic weekend living,

Crowded driving solitude,

Cruising neon nightscapes.

Ferrying the stranded and loaded,

Taking their money with a smile,

A quickchange conversation

To the meter's ticking tune.

Two-way voices static his dreams,

Wrapped in the smoky cockpit,

Trapped behind the wheel.

Visions of urban mansions,

Myths on the edge of town,

Peopled by frightened ciphers jogging home in gloom.

Faced with traps of security,

Lighting another smoke,

He cracks his crooked smile and cruises,

vacant,

into the night.

Another gypsy driver chasing the moon.