Barks at the moon

A Sheep dog barks at the moon

This isn’t Paris but its home

Say lets meet under the clock

At Grand Central Station

After the bell chimes seven times

Seven years from today

Telling war stories

A sheep dog barks at the moon

This is not Rome but it is home

Delirious expressions on the faces in the crowd

Sitting a table waiting

Watching those express of a human comedy

Maybe Shakespeare would have been proud

The drama intertwined

A sheep dog barking at the moon

This isn’t London but its home

Feeling the marble of a wooden crown

Walking in the streets

Hailing a cab that drives through me

Waiting for eternity

For the unlikely possibility

A sheep dog barks at the moon

This is not New York but it is home

In this condo by the sea

Will someone stop the dog from barking?

Hell there is no sheep

Who would own a sheep dog any way?

I don’t think it is me