One night last week the real harvest moon
made a cameo appearance in the Jersey sky.
People came out to look like it was someone who had moved
and now talked about the neighborhood with a nostalgic smile.
When I was a little boy in the city of Newark,
being driven home from a day that I played to a tie,
falling asleep in the backseat,
a younger moon like a nightlight soothed my tired eyes.
It was a bigger and brighter yellow and ruled the quiet sky.
Sometimes it feels now like this autumn moon
wants to pull me up and set me to the side.
My old friend seems to be tapping out a tune
And looking at his watch with mischievous guile.