Saint Jack of Roads

Saint Jack hit the road

Then the road hit Jack

Tough as the road goes

From Canterbury to Calvary

Or New York to California

It’s a very long pilgrimage

Amidst the prayer deals

And the spoke wheels

The road always hits back

A highway is for gamblers

The dealers right on track

An the players don’t look back

That’s how we lost Saint Jack

Like a true hubcap huckster

Hustling spoke wheel prayers

Transcending white wall tyres

Crashing along the freeways

Reciting hieroglyphs of power

Like an ancient sacred mantra

Of white lines upon the highways

Cutting life’s sharp switch back

Smoking blades of burning grass

On the open door to anywhere

Passed the past’s trafficked trap

On the suburban shackled map.