Madman

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. The hip flask

slinging

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, 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, you're just like Mary

down in Mexico

on All Souls' Day.

Chose his 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.

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