With a Full Moon in Each Eye

With a full moon in each eye
I wander Denver by car
looking for the moon.
Driven off by street lights and brick,
the moon is sipping beer at Ziggies bar.

Of course I love you,
swears the moon, pissed I’m so thick.
Then whispers, amused,
Crushed angel, come here,
and sways me all night in the blues.

Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Huh, huh, huh, huh

Firm hands remind my hips
of the body’s lonely shape
before spinning me out,
arms milk stars
spilling through Hooker’s refrain.

The moon laughs in my hair:
My dear, you have not danced so badly,
trying to kiss the Beautiful One.
You are not so hard to follow, I say,
even when you are drunk.

2012

with Hafiz and John Lee Hooker

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