Is this the way to San Jose...

Is this the way to San Jose...
really?
There are no gardens of stones
without sounds or bones
or hoarders that seek

Rhinestones and wrinkle-free
memories of Jack in the box
holding on to the handles
screaming...
"I lost my way  to San Jose."

But my ticket was punched
in Tucumcari buy a runaway taco
beating a dead horse  

Casting a spell over troubled quarters
up to my ass in a rundown casket
waiting on sundown connecting dots  
listening to, "Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang"    

Is this the way to San Jose...
really?