Waiting For The Moon

Body lines fluid in static heat

Thoughts buzzing like flies around meat

land here -- land there --

Quick circles in the air

I'm riding smooth but just a little slow

Waiting for the moon to show

Leather-faced old men by the cafe wall

Kids in the surf splashing with a soccer ball

I gaze through curved lens

Trying to identify the sky's end

Little spots on the horizon into gunboats grow

Waiting for the moon to show

Might be a party -- might be a war

When those faceless sailors come ashore

Speculation is a waste of time

You want to go have a glass of wine?

Whatever's coming, there's no place else to go

Waiting for the moon to show