showtime

head skyward i step the sparkly sidewalk

a night past full the musky moon 

lounges languid in yellow gloom
proud after her big show

my shoulders slightly bounce in rhythm 

those muscles disengaged and somehow

this requires the most vigilance 

of almost anything i do in life

as the street’s sole occupant

i am free to extend my dreams

i sing your new day ballad to myself 

miss moon just above the elegant corner 
of this 1938 block building 
i see you next to her seated on the roof 

swinging your legs and whistling 
gazing up at your comrade 
making three stories put you in the heavens 
you have your old short hair
and for all i know you truly were there
last night at showtime