Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
My Sweet Lady Jane
Elizabeth Allen was her name but
I called her My Sweet Lady Jane.
She was quite a bucket of joy,
succulently delicious ever
since she discovered boys.
She liked to get on back
down by the railroad track,
where she'd meet me pondside
under the willow tree to discuss
liquor and travel and me.
She looked a lot like Dolly
Parton to a young man like me.
She was about 23 but for some
odd reason she'd already
traveled the whole wide world
and found herself liking me.
I liked her too...I was 22 and
when the sun went down and the
moon came around me and her would
settle down into that cozy swing
neath the tree, just Lady Jane and
me, and a big bottle of Jim Beam.
We'd hold hands and settle in
and she'd start sharing beautiful
stories of every place she'd been,
and after a while I'd feel like
I had been there too cause Sweet
Lady Jane would tell stories that
had a way of hypnotizing you.
And inbetween we'd suck on that
big bottle of Jim Beam and everytime
she'd take a shot she'd say, "Do
you want a kiss or not." And then
I would kiss her real good, because
she liked to be kissed all over
and that was a desire I understood.
And I was glad that God had sent
Lady Jane to me to share stories
and kisses beneath that old
pondside willow tree.