Apocalyptic Minstrel Comments

There's a new type of face, walking down my street; But I'm not really sure, if it's the type I want to meet; There's an apocalyptic minstrel. singing in my street. very often we all imagined it......and sometimes it is real.. an apocalyptic scene.. thank you sir. beautiful poem. tony

Reminds me of the good old days of Mr. Bojangles and Bob Dylan songs about being free to roll and light on ones feet.