Muenster Cheese Moon

July 23, 2000

Eyes are heavy, water is warm
Air is quiet before a storm
My love is dreaming in a farther room
About riding upon a muenster cheese moon

City streets wet with rain
Puddles pooling up with pain
Aluminum siding drums its beat
While a crazy cat cries in heat

She says it's fate, I say it's chance
That we happened upon our fine romance
A muenster cheese moon may well decide
As rocks disappear beneath a high tide

Clouds puff and blow across the sky
Blues peek out, then deeply sigh
Winds weeze through parking lots
Old ladies love the riverboat slots

Wet leather smell stains my chapped lips
My lover's blue jeans tug at her hips
The scent of her skin brings me back home
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to roam

Blue eyes stare at me from across a table
While I gamely stare back the best that I'm able
The eyes go right through me, here's what they see:
A fantastical image of some kind of me

She says she saw me before in a book someone wrote
Words on a page, rhyming by rote
Golden ringlets reach out and land on her shoulders
Fingernails glitter falsely as her cigarette smolders

Air's getting crispy, thoughts slowing down
My love's having trouble getting used to this town
But she loves it, she says, 'cause it's the one with me in it
In a contest of odd compliments, that one would win it

Walking the dog, we saw a muenster cheese moon
Hanging low in the sky, receding too soon
The lake's waves of blue splashed up on the sand
With one eye on the distance, I reached out for her hand

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