Baby Baby

Baby Baby

Have you gone to the moon?

Are you floating on a white fluffy carpet

somewhere above Erie Avenue?

That’s where you danced to the music

of your breathing,  smiled a gypsy smile

only you could smile. Damn I miss you

little girl in a big girl world

laughing with each cloud sweeping pass your rooftop.

How can I now dance or think of nightclubs

where you laughed and played the fools

to buy you another stiff one?

The boys always wanted to share theirs

making you laugh still louder

you baby girl in a big girl’s world.