Waxing or Waning ?

YOU IN YOUR COAT
WRITING A NOTE
«DEAR SAL, I HOPE YOU’LL AGREE…»
THEN CATCHING A BUS
JUST AFTER DUSK
A ONE WAY TRIP TO THE CITY
A COLD WATER FLAT
A HOT PLATE
A HAT
THE WANT ADS ARE STREWN ON THE FLOOR
AND YOU GET SO MAD, WHEN YOUR MA AND DAD
REFLECT WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR
BUT I SEE YOU THERE
NUDE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
(BUT SO FAR AWAY)
AND I RECALL ALL
YOUR DREAMS AND YOUR SCHEMES
MOVING ME
THE PLANS THAT WE MADE
A STREET SERENADE
YOU CAN’T BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND MIKE
CONTENT JUST TO LIVE AND GET BY
I HOPE THAT YOUR FINE
AT 13TH AND 9
WAXING OR WANING?
YOUR CALL
BUT I SEE YOU THERE
ALIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
BUT SO FAR AWAY
AND I RECALL ALL YOUR
HANDS AND YOUR PLANS MOVING ME
THE SENSE THAT IT MADE
A STREET SERENADE