Hey Jack Kerouac

I think of you mother

And all the tears she cried

She would cry for none other

Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated

And that dared to drag him down

Her little boy courageous



He chose his words from mouths of

Babes got lost in the world

The hip-flash slinging madmen

Steaming café 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 favourite

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 world

The hip-flask slinging madmen

Steaming café flirts

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 made you

You're just like Mary down in Mexico

On All Souls' Day



You chose your words from mouths of

Babes lost in the world

The 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


Eager to please was just the way that he was 

though his attempts there falling short, 

expectation 

see he would tell of all his conquests, 

was he bragging? 

but in the evening all alone 

Ellen unplanned delays 

saving for someone who really cared about you 

invincible they say 

married to your name 

she was the kind between a child and a lady, 

quick was her temper 

like a blaez from an ember 

no one had measured to her standard, 

so in the evening all alone all alone 

how do I tell them to open their minds 

and to take a chance 

maybe on finding life’s treasure stubborn they stay set 

in their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone.