Tommy-Knockers & the Bare Moon Rising

'Whatchoo doin?'
'Lookin' at the bare moon & thinkin' bout you...'
'yeah?'
'yeah, you know no matter where I am and no matter where you are, the moon still shines on both of us, so I look at the moon & I think of you. I wanna come see you.'

Three weeks later...

'I'd love to see you this week-end.'
'Yeah?'
'Yeah...take you somewhere special.'
'Under the bare moon?'
'Yeah'
'Ok'
'Ok, I'll pick you up Friday at seven.'

At a quarter before six, I pelt through the door. Feed the dogs & kick off the heels. Crank up some Stevie Ray Vaughn & hop in the shower. The work week is over & the bare moon is rising.
'Hello?'
'Hey, I'm running a little late. I'll be there at 7:30'
'Okie-dokie.'
I swapped out the Stevie Ray Vaughn for some Jimi Hendrix & got lost in time, daydreaming about a joker & a thief.
'Hello?'
'Hey I'm running later than expected...I should be there by 8.'
'What time is it?'
'Quarter til.'
'Oh, ok...so you are on your way?'
'Yeah'
'Ok, just remember the moon won't wait on us...'
I popped open a bottled beer & padded around the house.
'Bam!Bam!Bam!'
I looked at my watch, 7:55...

At the door were a couple of guy friends with a twelve pack...just bopping in.

I told them about my date, the bare moon & the 'I'm running a little late' phone calls & was met with friendly eyes of skepticism.

15 minutes later, at ten past eight...
Bam! Bam! Bam!
It went unanswered. There was the click and the clump of heavy shoes pacing on the porch & again a knock at the door. There was talking to ones self.
'Her car is here.'
'The lights are on.'
'Why isn't she answering the door?'
Bam! Bam! Bam!
I heard the turn of the unlocked knob & could faintly hear the boots on the hardwood floor. Echoing through the house, out the doors & windows ' Hello? Hello? Are you here?' Hello?'

Back on the front porch, closing the door...more talking to ones self 'I'll go to the damn pay phone & call her.'
Inside the phone rings & rings & rings.
I jump down and run in, not to answer the incessant ringing, but to scribble a note, grab three more beers & crank the stereo.
I leave the note on the bench right outside the front door, scurry around back & climb back up on the roof...three beers, two friends & a giggle under the bare moon...