Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Oh Jack what's it like being a saint? To have your spirit run through pomes...Untold choruses on Orizabo St... Mexico City...and what about the junkies you left behind...typing blues on the roof - Benzedrine at the wheel...so you're dead - so is howling Allen - Ol Bull - and your saintly muse counting railway ties to San Miguel...Ma Mere buried you Ti Jean near the mills - river - and grotto...and where is Dr. Sax...on endless path...bow to the Buddha and he will kill you...

the thing about jack, he knew
we had to leave everything we'd been told
at some point, and delve deeper into real
each time a little deeper, no one's gonna
see it all in one lifetime i guess,
but he had the trajectory,
he was out where
he needed to be
at the time

it is all about jack
leading back to
saintly times
and capote quips
hands to numb to
feel the grip
driving the american night
faster.....faster....faster.....