Coffee Moon
Timothy Monger
Coffee moon, I'm awake and I'm still sculpting you
Coffee moon, you never blink your eye, it must be very dry
Moon, moon
Coffee moon, there is a brick in my head tonight
Coffee moon, thought morning's not my time, it's when I'm most alive
Oh I'd like, oh I'd like
To be a writer in the night time
And I'd like, oh I'd like
To love you not just 'cause you taste fine
But I've found that I write
Like Shakespeare at 8am
Vonnegut at 9, Whitman at 10, Kerouac at 11
After noon the pen runs dry
Coffee moon, you are black tonight but I still can't write
Coffee moon, I would trade you now for a citrus fruit
A glass of juice and a sunrise on the lawn