Blue Bar Moonlight

Your face looks lovely framed in blue bar light,
Drunk as it may be.
With the hue of the mood you usually wear
Tainting the steadiness of your brown eyes,
And the wrinkles in your favorite shirt.
And I realize it’s my favorite shirt, too, on you.
But you’re waiting for a train,
A train that promised you that far away place
The outskirts of town the edges of warm arms,
And the moon shines, but brown,
Simply because I can’t stop watching you,
Wishing I could hold you by more than just your edges.