The Man in the Moon was real tonight

The Man in the Moon was real tonight.

He was asleep, though...but I was awake.
Awake enough to run a red light and to smell the smoke that
was curling away and up from the tip of my cigarette.

Yes, the Man in the Moon was real tonight.
He followed me home. He did . . . I watched him!

We didn't get a chance to talk, though.
He was asleep, you see. I didn't want to disturb him.
He looked so peaceful and content.
Much the same way I feel sometimes . . . Sometimes.

The Man in the Moon was real tonight.

So was I.


20 October 1993

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