Dervish At the Door © 2002 Lon Jones

my doorbell is ringing and it just won’t stop someone’s out there spinning like a top lightning flashes out of his chest sunbeam lands on his psychedelic fez there’s a dervish at the door he’s whirling on the weather vane on my rooftop that’s about the time that the neighbors call the cops he makes the cops laugh he makes the cops sob he hits the cops up for a shish kabob there’s a dervish at the door silk string guitar in his hand dust devil whirling on the desert sand smoking on a funny smelling cigarette his camel leaves a pile by my TV set there’s a dervish at the door i tell him about the games i need to win he tells me why i need to spin he kicks out jung he kicks out freud he says my mind is his favorite toy there’s a dervish at the door i told that dervish he’s gonna have to go i tried to kick him out but the next thing you know i start spinning like that crazy so and so now i got a touch of vertigo there’s a dervish at the door