Hey Jack Kerouac

Hey Jack Kerouac, I Think of Your Mother and the Tears

She Cried, She Cried For None Other Than Her Little Boy Lost In

Our Little World That Hated and That Dared to Drag Him Down. Her

Little Boy Courageous Who Chose His Words From Mouths of Babes Got

Lost in the Wood. Hip Flask Slining Madman, Steaming Cafe Flirts,

They All Spoke Through You.

Hey Jack, Now For the Tricky Part, When You Were The

Brightest Star Who Were the Shadows? of the San Francisco Beat

Boys You Were the Favorite. Now They Sit and Rattle Their Bones

and Think of Their Blood Stoned Days. You Chose Your Words From

Mouths of Babes Got Lost in the Wood. the Hip Flask Slinging

Madman, Steaming Cafe Flirts, Nights in Chinatown Howling At

Night.

Allen Baby, Why So Jaded? Have the Boys All Grown Up And

Their Beauty Faded? Billy, What a Saint They've Made You, Just

Like Mary Down in Mexico On All Souls' Day.

You Chose Your Words From Mouths of Babes Got Lost In

the Wood. Cool Junk Booting Madmen, Street Minded Girls in Harlem

Howling At Night. What a Tear Stained Shock of the World, You've

Gone Away Without Saying Goodbye.