Tracks For Future Practice
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[Side One]
The old twenty nine goes shooting by.
Watching the trains from a roadside cafe.

Henry Henry kicks a stone.
His British accent is thick.

Her eyes are a tribute to her memories.
Thier aquaintence had long since lapsed.

They meet in front of the station.
Trains go careen by on the rusty tracks.

[Side Two]
How silly they are, they don't remember.
He is her son and she gave him up young.

He has that British twang, covered in dirt.
She was traumatized and turned to alcohol.

Thier skills with people are very poor.
They should use them more frequently.

They will speak more and become close.
Talking by tracks for future practice.

[Side One]
Gary Oldman has an ancient music set.
Complete, even including an eight track.

He has rich sleek untamed style.
Reminds us of a similar pound sign.

He was Martin back in eighty eight.
A medical doctor with an odd fixation.

His wife grows bored and leaves him to be
alone with his great train set of mystery.

[Side Two]
Racing down the stairs, too quick to care.
She rushes out in to the street, running.

The gut renching feeling arrives with a smack.
An odd music is abound, with a very old sound.

She rushes to the contraption, it had started up.
It is very confusing, with no convention in mind.

She wants to turn it off, and will have to again.
She is operating an eight track for future practice.