Putting it on a postcard,
the empty sky saw these crimes -
spray painted water towers and
that rhythmic ticking of a gas pump:

He taught me to sleep when I'm sleepy,
eat when I'm hungry - told me that
heaven, earth, that shit's all in my head.

I'll keep thinking about Dean Moriarty,
because today I know Sal Paradise is right;
about the tears in Iowa and the stars
over America, fading into space.