From a poem In and Out Of My Hands in Golden State Years/Hits & Near Misses 1989-1994:

imageI see my Jeep Wagoneer
Waiting under a halogen lamp
Its rusty ass pointed my way
When something strikes me odd
I’m Fifty yards away and
The back window’s frosted over
The pattern’s quite unique
The hair
The beard
The patient weary tender smile
Twenty five yards and yes
Like the Shroud of Turin
Now Jeep of Tom
Etched in crystal
On the back window of my faithful Jeep
A portrait of Jesus
It was hard to believe
Was it a coincidence
A miracle
Did it mean something
Was it a message
God is coming
God wants peace
God likes Jeeps