Coffee Moon

Coffee moon, I'm awake and I'm still sculpting you
Coffee moon, you never blink your eye, it must be very dry
Moon, moon
Coffee moon, there is a brick in my head tonight
Coffee moon, thought morning's not my time, it's when I'm most alive
Oh I'd like, oh I'd like
To be a writer in the night time
And I'd like, oh I'd like
To love you not just 'cause you taste fine
But I've found that I write
Like Shakespeare at 8am
Vonnegut at 9, Whitman at 10, Kerouac at 11
After noon the pen runs dry
Coffee moon, you are black tonight but I still can't write
Coffee moon, I would trade you now for a citrus fruit
A glass of juice and a sunrise on the lawn