Hey Jack Kerouac

	Hey Jack Kerouac
	I think of your mother
	And the tears she cried
	They 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
	Hip flask slingin' madmen
	Steamin' caf' 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 slingin' madmen
	Steamin' caf' flirts
	In Chinatown, howlin' 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
	Cool junk bootin' madmen
	Street minded girls
	In Harlem, howlin' at night
	What a tear stained, shock of the world
	You've gone away without sayin'
	Sayin' goodbye