Hotel Street
Memories of a lonely sailor on liberty.
A swift flash of the wrist, "Eight ball corner."
Fresh brew, another cigarette, "Who's next?"
A little chalk, another new comer
Long drink, a fast break, the balls write the text
"Hey! Jam a couple quarters in the box!"
"Play some rhythm and blues for my soul."
Choose my prey from the alone, like a fox
"Rack ‘em up sucker, open your billfold."
”Another for my new friend. What's your name?"
Beer's good, game on the tube, bartender is nice
Passing the time by being in the game
Four ball in the side, "Gonna bank it twice."
A night on Hotel Street, in paradise
The most safe harbor for those of despise
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