Gerald

A worn out empty feeling, seeking hot cafe' and cakes, the pain of something leaking, she brought me the news, like a gun man faces, when he knows the truth, never mean,she gave me the sea, an artist bright and unfazed, for this old has been, looking for something new, a need to get away, she heard the Delta Blues, who never left her street, tho' she worked and saved, whatever young women seek, it sends me reeling, falling as the rain, on St Anthony's quay, kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, her smile's an absent queen, now she's going away.