Come on, Jack

“Come on, Jack,” he said. And I did.
And we went down to the dealership
And he bought a new truck.
The color was black.
The Interior was tan.
And it smelled like new leather.
We drove to the edge of town,
And past, to the border of our state,
And past, to the Canadian Border,
And past, through Saskatchewan, Alberta, and British Columbia,
And past, into the Yukon Territory,
And past, until finally, he arrived at Inuvik.
There we boarded a ship and traveled to the North Pole,
And past, into the hole that everyone knows
Is found at the top of the world,
Where the heat rises from the earth’s core
Making the water and the land inside so warm.
And there he stayed. He didn’t come back.
He became an inner-earther.
And the tribe made him one of their own.
And he said “Goodbye Jack.”
And I said, “Goodbye,” 
And then came back.