Like for years it took to happen and so the words hit hard,Like a bag of lead on a window pane .
His words like an escape hatch leapt outside a window on a rooftop where I can see time again .
Jack turned on the muse like a water tap flowing on a rooftop where inspirations had been thrown .
Then he laid down some tracks on his new cd,
like passengers on a late night freight train coming home .
The spinner spoke about ,Crumlin Road Gaol and the Mater hospital .
It will always stay the same .
I heard him walking up on a rooftop where the echoes fell like rain .
And Jack felt the Tinkers pain .
Jack met Nancy by the light as cigarsmoke wafted into the moonlit night in Dublin City .
The wind blew past as the Spinner spoke of the working class in Belfast where dirty work was pretty .
Passengers on another line rattled past screaming out like tailgate gunners on a milk float there.
But cowboys without cows can never lead a horse to drink the milk,no matter what water lies there .
Like Sailors on the drink too ashamed to sail the drunken sea .
As they tell the horrors go away .
By the way everything is all right Jack and I promised myself to tell you that its ok .
By PaulMcCann
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