Picture In The Moon's Wallet Poem by John Courtney

locomotive with
red lips, the
curtain lets
a ghost into
your room,
I watch the half
moon undressing
you, love changing
cars, hate losing
love, flashes of
you on truck stop
silverware,
flashes
of us were
dining alone,

I was alone
driving in
the red lights
that ran onto
your cheeks
and changed the
colors of your sheets,
the moon's unlit
half showed me
how to find
tears glowing
on the blue blade
of happiness,

locomotive with
too many cars
to count ran
alongside me,
I watched you
undressing
the dark,
flashes of you
on train car
graffiti,
flashes
of me
drove along
your windowsill,

you were alone
drawing on
my cigarette,
I was alone
drawing on
yours.