Honey, put some clothes on! (for the moon)
The moon is still out in the middle of Martin Luther King,
to the left of the Calvary Baptist,
and oh shit it is 8:26 AM.
Honey, put some clothes on!
I shout to her.
She is naked as the day she was born.
I think of myself as a girl’s girl so I cannot
have my friend get cuffed for indecent exposure
just cause she’s out too late messin’ around.
Especially not in front of the church, woohee would people talk.
The cops are rushing into work on Main Street,
hot coffees in hand.