At the Moonbase

I met her at the moonbase

We went for her passport picture

She told me how her dad died

She kept his bass in the basement

And her friends at the bar

Were all drunk with compassion

She shrunk when they wrapped arms around

And slapped hands to bare shoulder blades

Prayed some pedestrian gravity

Might pull hard at the end of her cigarette

It was awkward in the car

It was easy in the bathroom

It was true love in Denver

We were licking up the crumbs

We were terrible dealers

Peddling head for favors

In the predawn blue forever

She was a big red bike

And a lace white dress

And black canvas boots laced

To the last eyelet

On Columbus Boulevard

With little brown spots of spent rain

And swept up from the bright black street

There were books on tray tables in airliner cabins

Platitudes spilled onto petulant napkins

All piled with good luck

Under an old truck stop sign

Where I caught a glimpse

Of your spirit through mine

Where I caught a glimpse

Of your spirit through mine

All piled with good luck

Under an old truck stop sign

Where I caught a glimpse

Of your spirit through mine