Sayonara Willow Tree

Jack Merlot

Sayonara Willow Tree

by Jack Merlot

copyright 2008 - all rights reserved

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I saw you at the Hippodrome
again at Camden Town alone
I know you been across the ocean
cuz you wear that crooked smile

Missionaries, Minnesota
Salamanders, South Dakota
Don’t you wanna stay in a Midwest way?
they’ll make it worth your while

you rode into town on silver threads
with a pocketful of flattened bread
expectin’ everyone to hold the door
cuz you’re just all that and more

(and maybe you aaaaaarrrrreeee…..)

I think of the Chinese blessing
and of Mother’s mighty lessons
Asking Gypsies for directions
Isn’t that a howl

As you lay glistening in all your splendor
Painted rattlers, turtle shakers
Medicated Buddha-nature
Never show a pulse (to anyone)
Never show a pulse (to anyone)

you rode into town on silver threads
with a pocketful of flattened bread
expectin’ everyone to hold the door
cuz you’re just all that and more

(and maybe you aaaaaarrrrreeee…..)

you rode into town on silver threads
with a pocketful of flattened bread
expectin’ everyone to hold the door
cuz you’re just all that and more

(and maybe you aaaaaarrrrreeee…..)