Seaman Bodine soothes the savage breast

[Lawrence Bryan]

Somehow this reminds of a woman I once knew and her lover. They were  
going to take the 1:58 train to Bristol but it was four minutes late.  
So she had to wait from two to two to two two and her lover had to  
wait from two to two to two two too.

Lawrence

On Nov 16, 2008, at 10:02 AM, Robin Landseadel wrote:

> Not included in the Book of Memorabilia is this footnote.
> The piece of cloth was given to Slothrop by Seaman Bodine,
> one night in the Chicago Bar. In a way, the evening was a
> reprise of their first meeting. Bodine, smoldering fat reefer
> stuck in under the strings at the neck of his guitar, singing
> mournfully a song that's part Roger Mexico's and part
> some nameless sailor stuck in wartime San Diego:
>
> Last week I threw a pie at someone's Momma,
> Last night I threw a party for my mind,
> Last thing I knew that 6:02 was screamin' over my head,
> Or it might've been th' 11 :59 ...
>
> [Refrain]:
>
> Too many chain-link fences in the evening,
> Too many people shiverin' in the rain,
> They tell me that you finally got around to have your
> baby,
> And it don't look like I'll see your face again.
>
> Sometimes I wanna go back north, to Humboldt County
> Sometimes I think I'll go back east, to see my kin ...
> There's times I think I almost could be happy,
> If I knew you thought about me, now and then ....
>
> GR, pg.754 penguine ed.
>