Waxing or Waning?

YOU IN YOUR COAT

WRITING A NOTE,

"DEAR SAL, I HOPE YOU'LL AGREE..."

THEN CATCHING A BUS,

JUST AFTER DUSK,

A ONE WAY TRIP TO THE CITY.

A COLD WATER FLAT.

A HOT PLATE,

A HAT.

THE WANT ADS ARE STREWN ON THE FLOOR.

AND YOU GET SO MAD, WHEN YOUR MA AND DAD

REFLECT WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR.

BUT I SEE YOU THERE

NUDE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

(BUT SO FAR AWAY)

AND I RECALL ALL

YOUR DREAMS AND YOUR SCHEMES

MOVING ME.

THE PLANS THAT WE MADE,

A STREET SERENADE

YOU CAN'T BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND MIKE,

CONTENT JUST TO LIVE AND GET BY.

I HOPE THAT YOUR FINE,

AT 13TH AND 9.

WAXING OR WANING?

YOUR CALL.

BUT I SEE YOU THERE

ALIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

BUT SO FAR AWAY

AND I RECALL ALL YOUR

HANDS AND YOUR PLANS MOVING ME

THE SENSE THAT IT MADE

A STREET SERENADE.