JERSEY SAGA
 

It has been about two years now,
it was December of '99,
the train pulled into Trenton,
young Jewish boy on his own.

A new world to explore,
things to be set right and done,
mystery girl by a park,
days of love and of fun.

Many miles on the pike,
crossing bridges and islands,
Freehold to Queens and back again,
cars and trains all around.

Mystery girl in a park,
rolling in the mud and the snow,
looking for meaning in what there was,
looking for what could ever grow.

Days spent at Quakerbridge mall,
many hours on the bus,
walking Trenton after dark,
gee the wind was bitter and cold.

Out in Mercerville,
out at Applebees,
even Kmart was included,
in the adventure.

Roaches on the walls,
rats in the tunnels,
me on the ferry,
those waiters can't sing at all.

Dinky train at Princeton,
and to those who called out,
so much time spent in Hamilton,
young Jewish boy on his own.

Memories are all that's left,
a few short months was I gone,
things were done and accomplished,
as I was shown two different doors.

From a night in a van,
to a party in the big city,
from me at Grand Central Station,
from me being in Manhattan.

Bruce saved the day, yet,
got me on that big bird,
for it was time to see some palm trees,
after the bad news was heard.

Days of Trenton, since passed,
Hamilton square yet I remember,
mystery girl in the park,
rolling in the mud in December.

The rest stop along the pike,
the donut shop near midnight,
the key that broke and the sudden fun,
the things postponed that had just begun.

Roaches still crawl the walls,
the bus stops remain in the cold,
rats still run the grounds,
young Jewish boy, a truth was found.
 
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
December 8, 2001