Gerry was standing on the platform edge
Contemplating mortality and coffee
The train was due in six minutes
He looked into the buffet
On the opposite platform
How good the London Cakes seemed
And Jenny was wearing her short skirt again
Jerry could see her panties
As she wiped the greasy tables
In the distance he could clearly
Hear the express crossing the viaduct
He would have to make a decision
Should he jump or refrain from jumping
It was then he saw sweet Jenny
On the platform opposite him
She was holding two London Cakes
And asking him not jump
As it would be bad for business
She might to have to throw food away
And that would not do as she was on a strict budget
Jerry saw the express pass the distant signal
It would roar through the station at over a hundred
Brenda who was Jenny’s Friday assistant
Came out to face Jerry with a J mug
Of tasteless but steaming coffee
The express had entered the station
It was screaming like a banshee violated
I stepped back and sat down
And became Joe again as my creation
Had thrown himself under the train