New Moon

The new moon rising

The Lady’s gone cowgirl

The Wolfman howling

The Guess Who clapping

Blame it on Maurice

Doing it for gangster love,

And a barista came in

Ordered a green tea

Said she didn’t like

Coffee

But it’s a job she smiled,

The new moon rising

The space girl riding

A stripper stopped by

To grab a quick mocha

Tired of the guys all

Trying to grope her

But it’s a job she smiled,

Pays more than a

Barista and I love

Coffee,

The new moon rising

Gotta call The Guess Who

Have to change the lyrics

From These Eyes

To Those Eyes

She’s peeking thru the

Moonbeams steaming all the

Coffee.

Stephen Nesbitt ©