another moon loving beat

missing my moon

I'm moving through semi crowd

stretching my neck above a dozen fluorescent heads

your theme music playing black and blues with thumping zeal

surrounded I become with emotion that have abandoned their places

mixing generation with ear rapture abounding

the back of my neck is sensitive as a geese family on  a stroll

and I figure he must be somewhere tight

I keep floating aiming to steady the controls

I’ll be jumping crescents soon…you know how I love my moon

 

Author's Note