11.Rest Beyond the Bend
Jerry licked his lips he liked the lady at the platform of the
station
The girl with the pretty face and the thick legs
Jerry walked right over he knows her type he smiles to himself
Self-deluded dilated Jerry
Jerry is a coral-monger
He offers the platform lady with the pretty face and her thick
legs
A private viewing back at his gallery
Just she and he and poor Jerry can feel the distant quake
He knows he has lost his prize bird his turtledove at the
station
With her parasol her spectacles
The girl with the pretty legs and thick face
She must be an idiot!
Jerry yells over the roar and whistle
He believes with all his tiny polluted heart is coming
Around the bend and then recalls
Poor Jerry recalls those distant years
When a pretty girl used to stand and wait for him
Right there on the platform with her pretty face and parasol
Sad Jerry he makes his way along the tracks
With pockets full of coral and his dirty hands in bandages and
There hasn't been a train through here in years
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