Heavens a Hotel Room
on a state highway.
white lines and tired eyes
through rained thrashed glass.
you, me and neon,
all I want is to burn my
throat with cheap bourbon,
my soul’s been burnt by you.
Heavens a Hotel Room
on a state highway
you, my pen and diary
may as well be a loaded gun.
out there we’ll find Heaven
in the thicket of obscurity.
we’ll swill and take off all we have
and get lost in each other’s impurity.
Heavens a Hotel Room
on a state highway,
***** basin, no toilet brush and a
shower curtain on just one rung.
come with me and we’ll
never come back,
we’re going, not up in the clouds,
to a hotel room
on a state highway,
and if we pass by Hell
we’ll stop there too.