Is it me or is it...?

The Moon is Laughing Again

I looked at the moon, it looked past my eyes

I pulled my black hat down tight

I said, “Hey old man I'm looking at you

'back for you later tonight!”

The “ Play Pool Here” sign lost a few letters

The first P and last L, gone.

It was dollar drinks night for certain girls

my guess, I could get along

Of course I was minding my own business

That's my usual story

She did the sly-glance, over her shoulder,

her bracelets, her perfume inside her wrists,

her hair, the locket around her neck.

She moved across the room to be nearer

her blink, the sway of her heart tatted hips,

her shoes, and the shade of her own lips.

when I came to later on

I told the moon, “Old man, don't look at me.”