Live next door to a street lamp, full
moon every night .
On an enormous heavenly canvas,
A lone star shines.
The rest have turned their back on
Earth and light up a galaxy that’s
Not of my concern, when I watch
Ads for Martini Bianca on TV.
Fine by me I don’t need to be smart
In a bar , but I do pity the lone star,
It must be cold up there. Wave,
It winks back and fire flies dance.