The Hibernian

The Hibernian

The Moon smiles at me like Chester the Cat.

A drag on my pipe, a puff of smoke later,

I smile right back as I tip my hat.

“Another Sweet Josie,” I tell the waiter.

I scribble, setting slip’ry thoughts solid.

Like ocean waves inside I ride my buzz.

Writing for posterity all that I did,

All that I thought and felt the world was.

In Luna’s light I write in deep delight.

The noisy pub, the greasy grub, only add

To the wellspring of words that fit just right.

A night all to myself thoroughly had.

Copyright: Andrew J. Goggans 2012