with your swish and hum
and cable car clack clack clack
no wonder your drunken stupor of love
killed you
the views the dreams the ghosts
are very hard to ignore
in the Wolfe night i walk
stone cold sober to a fault
and the shouts of prostitutes
jacky oh, jacky oh, jack
and is it love if you pay
lying back on your cheap hotel bed
smoking in a non-smoking room
joking about her breasts
and the ten year-old son
who's broken his leg
and ruined her breasts
she wants to keep her bra on
oh jack jack jacky oh boy
imagination is better than the real thing, she says
a truth so pure jacky
i hear you laughing
can she really be over twenty-one
stretch marks across her belly
didn't show under her black dress
she is beautiful jack, jack, jacky
you would like her hair jack
cascading over my body like water
it's sad, jacky, when she says
she's been to jail once already tonight
checking my room, my bags, my pockets
for signs of evidence
you would like her jacky oh jack
it's no wonder you lost all your money
in this city, jack, it is all for sale
and i am like spirit passing through
calling your name
in the chinese firecracker night
of stars and inspiration
jack - to you - jack - blessed jacky oh
