Casablanca Moon

He used to wear fedoras
Now he sports a fez
There's cabalistic innuendoes
In everything he says.
Sucking at a cigarette
Picking up a thread
Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
He lurks behind a paper
In the shadow of a mosque
He can't count all the continents
He's crossed.
Trailing party-members leaving
Footprints in the frost
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom.
His cover was broken somewhere
In Hoboken - the man said his
Case was lost.
He was sent to the Orient,
a double agent double crossed.
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
The pieces of his puzzle just don't join.
People in high places want to stamp his
Many faces on a trans-caucasian coin.
He'd better watch his step 'cos sooner or
Later they'll find his headless body in
A ventilator.
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes.
Neurosis seeps like cement through the cracks in his disguise.
In a dark bordello he cracked a mirror with his cries
Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind;
The walls fell in & all mankind
Was standing before him all raising their hands
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand.
His cover was broken somewhere
In Hoboken - the man said his
Case was lost.
He was sent to the Orient,
a double agent double crossed.
He used to wear fedoras
Now he sports a fez
There's cabalistic innuendoes
In everything he says.
Sucking at a cigarette
Picking up a thread
Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
He'd better watch his step 'cos sooner or
Later they'll find his headless body in
A ventilator.