Lazy August moon had just passed out
While postcard perfect sun still slept
And the overpaid and underworked executives
Had pipedreams of their next mobility step

Gumshoe winds roust itinerant clouds
To keep clean their nocturnal beat 
And cold vagabond planets quietly cursed
Uptown stars in their celestial heat

Security clouds surround celebrity moon
From overzealous hilltop trees
Young starlet galaxies patiently wait 
For casting calls from their secreteries

Chorus:
This is the nightlife of heaven’s great mosiac
But the view from south in main is a bit more prosiac
The cleaning of the dishes according to the wishes 
Of the owner of Harry’s Café
Gives dishpan hands that eclipse God’s great plans
But it gets your bar tab paid
 # copyright Joe Johnston