Mary Jo

Mary Jo Mary Jo, where are you now? Dusty bones in a cemetery? A dashing man drove you through the night, over a bridge that wasn’t there, into the water, and then you were alone breathing, through pockets of air in the car, waiting for him to rescue you. Did you hear steps on the pebbly road as he was running away? And your tears became the sea`s Mary Jo, I have not forgotten you; the man who betrayed you., is dead too; they gave him a send-off, and the famous came to his wake; did they think of you? Your parents were paid off not to talk of you in public. Yet I do remember and think of you now the charmer and his brothers have gone