Waxing or Waning?

You in your coat, writing a note
'Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree'
Then catching a bus just after dusk
A one way trip to the cityA cold water flat, a hot plate, a hat
The want ads are strewn on the floor
And you get so mad, when your ma and dad
Reflect when you look in the mirrorBut I see you there
Nude at the top of the stairs
But so far away
And I recall all
Your dreams and your schemes
Movin' me
The plans that we made
A street serenadeYou can't be like your brother N. Mike
Content just to live and get by
I hope that you're fine
At thirteenth and nineteenth
Waxing or waning your call