Pesto

Coffee in my hand
I talked with the moon  
In an italian place  
Playing a Sinatra tune  
  
We smiled at ducks  
Flying across the clouds  
And watched night tuck  
The sky beyond town  
   
We cursed the politician  
And gave our secrets away  
Danced at the disco  
Wishing we could stay.  
   
Even deities need a break  
I was told by the moon  
We can count the hours  
But days end soon