Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sunday Morning Poetry

Drunk on the Moon

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
'Neath the cement stroll
Catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing charlie
In that newspaper nest
grifting hot horse tips
On who's running the best

And I'm blinded by the neon
Don't try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon

And the moon's a silver slipper
It's pouring champagne stars
Broadway's like a serpent
Pulling shiny top-down cars
Laramer is teeming
With that undulating beat
And some Bonneville is screaming
It's way wilder down the street

Hearts flutter and race
The moon's on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night will ordain
Come schemers and dancers
Cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound
And it cuts throught the night
And I've hawked all my yesterdays
Don't try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon

~ Tom Waits

Listen. The photograph is of the Blue Moon last New Year's Eve.


Marilyn said...

And the moon's a silver slipper
It's pouring champagne stars

Such beautiful imagery! I can just picture the saxophone playing as the moon pours out champagne stars.

willow said...

Delightful rhyme pattern and imagery. I love this one.

Tracy said...

I love the poem and the photo is gorgeous.

Char said...

oh how i love tom waits

Derrick said...

Hi Relyn,

"And I've hawked all my yesterdays" is a good line!

Anonymous said...

Tom Waits' songs are always haunting somehow.
Wonderful image.

Jessica said...

As I was hiking this morning I thought about how excited I would be to come home and read sunday poetry here...and then I thought how you had your big weekend and that there might not be some poetry to read. I was thrilled to pieces to see this post!

Anonymous said...

Tom Waits, one of my very favorite songwriters!!!!!! Lovely photo!

Gigi said...

Well, this beats all, girlfriend! I adore Tom Waits!!!! You freak me out sometimes, you really do. How is it that we don't live next door to each other?

xoxo g

Angie Muresan said...

This is such a beautiful poem, Relyn! I hope you've had a beautiful weekend away with your sweetie.

Tracy said...

"And the moon's a silver slipper
It's pouring champagne stars"... I just love this...pure magic! Happy Day, Relyn :o) ((HUGS))

Oliag said...

I love your Sunday posts...and I love Tom Waits...I still feel fortunate to have seen him at the Newport Folk Festival a few years ago...

Patti said...

Such wonderful "word-age" and imagery! Love that poem! And I love the moon! Did you ever see Moonlight and Valentino with our friend Jon Bon Jovi??? Lovely movie!

bigBANG studio said...

ah, relyn, you've picked one of my favorite songwriters and poets of our time!

"i've hawked all my yesterdays" is one of my favorite lines...we've all felt like that at some point in the grips of self-loathing and despair.

but on a happier note, THANK YOU for the darling note about the show, and i can't wait to find out who these new neighbors are...!

Jeanie said...

I love Tom Waits. He just gets right to the heart of it!

margie said...

i am laughing, as i was reading this top to bottom i was thinking oh my, i think she has copied tom waits!! down to the bottom and there you go.

Christina said...

tom waits is so very brilliant. and this photo is love.

Susan Tuttle said...

your beautiful photograph compliments these lyrics so well Relyn.

What a treat to receive a blog comment from you -- such a warm, wonderful treasure!

Jaime said...

I'm thinking that it seems to be a universal human trait, to have a love affair with the moon.

Wonderful words. Pouring champagne stars. LOVE THAT!

Tricia said...

love this photo!!! haunting and lovely.
and i will head to itunes to check out the song --- i've never heard his music and i think i must be missing out!

Ms. K @ Write On Thyme said...

Absolutely beautiful Relyn!

Janean said...

hauntingly beautiful. i adore the moon!

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