The Revolution is Romantic (Lower east side ballad of the moon)

Woman singing in the park with guitar torn between two bare hands for old dirty dollar bills,
           Back on Ludlow my two friends kiss and wait to go to work,
           Dogs bark
           People walk, strollers and all
           More engaged in conversation than
           they are with each other
Drums beat, and we meet in the middle
           the revolution is romantic and so are
           we as we watch the moon float
           to the sound of the sax and
           Coltrane's mask of reed and space
           and time doesn't really exist does it?

           I dunno...
           I dunno anything anymore never
           have, thought i did sometimes but
           I was wrong and still am wrong most
           days and time tick tock live till
           your heart stops loving, i hope not
           carry over after it doesn't beat no more

               and is this love real?
               is that really a question?

I wish you were here again
and its freaking me out
you with your sexy hips
and your baby and your eyes
and your smile
and i feel electric when im with you
without i think about
its true i guess
I'm writing this stupid
fucking poem about it
get off my chest
I bless this moment
with a kiss from me to
you through the heavens
and the moon,
        and i'm listing to Mo-town again
        smiling and singing the Temps, Al Green

       "I can't believe that its real..."

and i just wanna feel like this forever
on the lower east side
with you on my mind
darlin, with you by my side


5-9-12
nyc