Hey Jack Kerouac

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother

And the tears she cried, they were 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-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

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, saying, "Goodbye"