On watching the moon set in the morning

Sometimes the moon stays out all night.
Sleeps in and then rises late again the next night
Drives in to town from his home on the east side
After the kitchens have closed
And the bands have started their first sets
Hangs out on the street with the smokers
Too cool to go in and listen
Too lonely to go home
He makes jokes at the expense of hipsters
And stoners
Both too self absorbed to notice
His acidic put downs, laced in jealousy
He flirts with the girls who
came with his friends
But as the night goes on
His chances of going home with someone diminish
Until, at 3 am, he stands under a streetlight
Alone, save for that one girl
The one he was not all that into
The one who didn't really get his witty remarks
Who thought he was being mean
Who had a chance to go home
With Jupiter
But for some reason stayed
Until her last chance
To deny the loneliness for a night
revolved around the Moon
And the look in her eyes
Tells the Moon that his last chance
Is standing in front of him
And as they ride together
To her home on the west side,
He wonders what it would be like
To get up and go to work every morning
Like the sun.