Blue Moon Blues
The moon bleeds
then ambers
finally milks into night
and we shuffle off to the Michel-
angelo Café to re-
create genesis
have caramel lattes
dip mocha biscottis
He takes out guitar
like a blue Picasso
strums Wailin Willy tune
I light a politically in-
correct cigarette snigger
to the moon
a lunatic
tapping my foot in
beat with the cosmos
I sing along
A passing opera singer tells
me I have a great voice
must be in a regular choral group
I can't sing a note
The sea parted again
...born
in Bethlehem
the moon gone
a star shot across the sky
like a snake darting for prey
I am...
Second full moon
this month I get up to dance
howling to Howlin Wolf
Everyone stares
Cars honking me on
I just boogie along the sidewalk
speakeasing to the eyeball night
My guy says Sit down
You're making a spectacle of yourself
I simply levitate and raise the dead
other small pleasures
Ryfkah 3/3/02
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