Moon Walk

If you have ever been alone

In a strange city

With a baby and a broken-down VW bus

And a dog that wouldn’t stop barking

Not a penny in your pocket

No husband or boyfriend

Well, me too.

The city was Denver.

For all I cared it could have been the moon.

I left the dog in the car

And knocked on the door of the

Volunteers of America.

Next morning

I put the baby on my hip

And walked for hours

You know we were moon walking.

About Karen To and Fro

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