Dream On By Téa Barrett

By the barracks of bare backs,
Each tune that is owned,
We sway and swing
To the way
Our bones dream on

To swing and to sway,
And to twist, and to turn

A lanky silhouette and a wide-grinned black cat
Stand at the corner of a lamppost far off.
He tips his hat and taps his foot
To the way
His bones dream on

Taps and tips,
And nods, and hips

Dream on.

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