artist's_air starjewel A man who was tall and lanky Walked by holding paintings As if they were gold. He had an artist’s air A crooked mustache, corkscrew hair He passed me by as though I wasn't there His mind was on bigger better things The hue of the sky the basic shape of the trees Always painting be it on canvas or in his mind He knew what dreams may come in whatever he could find And I wished that as passed he could spare some paint just a drop So that I could possibly capture What inspiration he'd brought. But he came and went Just like that Most likely off to Paris To don a black artisan’s hat 040829 ... . . 050623 ... . . 230110 what's it to you? who go blather from