Rest Beyond the Bend

Jerry licked his lips
 He liked the lady at the platform at the station
 The girl with the pretty face
 With the thick legs
 Jerry walked right over
 He knows her type, smiles to himself
 Self deluded dilated Jerry
 Jerry is a coral-monger
 He offers the platform lady with the pretty face and the thick legs a private viewing
 Back at his gallery
 Just she and he
 And poor Jerry feels the distant quake
 He knows he's lost his prize bird, his turtle dove, at the station
 With her parasol, her spectacles
 The girl with the pretty legs, thick face
 "She must be an idiot" Jerry yells over the roar and whistle he believes with all his tiny polluted heart is coming round the bend
 And then recalls
 Poor Jerry recalls those distant tears
 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 cracks pockets full of coral
 Dirty hands and bandages
 There hadn't been a train through here in years