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.