RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
Kerouac & Cassady
Jack and Neal were the best of friends
Like Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty
Bound in brotherhood until the end
But Moriarty looked out for himself
His loyalty was the kind that bends
We think back on Jack in that Mexico City bed
When Moriarty left Paradise for dead *
What kind of friend would turn his back
On a brother in desperate need?
Was there something inside that he lacked?
Like letting a wounded warrior bleed
We wonder now what was in his head
When he left his friend for dead
He was sick and gasping for breath
Broken and bound to his bed
He was facing the shadow of death
With a vision of where it all led
What did he think when he picked up and left?
Did he feel some sense of dread?
When he took the car and hit the road
Leaving our hero for dead
Sal Paradise or Jack Kerouac
Did you ever wonder why?
Dean Moriarty or Neal Cassady
When he left you there to die
* On The Road by Jack Kerouac
