great poems and death defying
feats of magic and wonder
of the romantic knight as they laugh and play
at this obscure bus stop
'neath the shady oak
spent years in the moments
cigarettes and dancing jester jig
for the smile of her laughter
this poorboy knight and his patch of dust
regales her with grande tales and epic poems
by the verge of the boston post road
waiting for the ramshackle bus
its steam engine labours creaking along
to bear us like king and queen
to our palatial kingdom behind the gas 'n go