It's called the Hotel Cabrillo
Rent's $550 a month
The stairs are dead
And the brick is sobbing
In 100 years of blood and spit
The tenants are much the same
Except maybe a few years younger
I saw her at the door today
She was my age
Her eyes were bold
Dark
I was covered in sweat from work
She opened the building door for me
The way she looked up at me
Like I was it
Something to see
I haven't seen that look in years...
It murdered the last five years...
The bad ones...
For a moment...
I said "thanks"
She smiled, said "no problem"
But it was