near the end

well there's a right time and a right place, mexico city and a steel briefcase, filled with the soul, of a young man, and there's a holy ghost on the other side, looking for a bed to close his eyes, while he gets away, from the routine, we on the go, route 66, convertible and a bunch of chicks, i can't complain, life's been good to me, scotch on the rocks, and pacific coasts, block the wind, and light the roach, we outta here, i'm signing off. we're almost near the end. well there's a right time and a right place, 2 technics in a metal case, and a bb gun, don't shoot your eye, and kerouac is in the back, fill the shelf, and clean the rack, it's apropos, watup bro, we on the go, 95, rocking till the wheels fall off the side, ain't no rims to spin, to my chagrin, insomnia, a pack of blues, coltrane speakers, and converse shoes. lace em up, we on the run.