Motel bluesA Poem by Joey Martinez
You got your motel money but you have penthouse dreams
A bed made for a sorrowful fool with roaches coming out the seams Purchased a woman down the alley to occupy wasted time A bottle of whiskey to make the loving more frisky and a nice line of snow The curtains have been closed for years but you’re too high to stop the show A man once influential Has become a boy with no credentials other than wasted potential You’ve got the motel blues Tired of chasing dreams keep on hitting snooze A heart that refuses to lose with a liver full of booze Wake up! The sun shines bright despite the fact you were made for the night Time ceases to exist when everyday is filled with an alcoholic kiss and a powdery sniff Your mind is maze with broken walls No exit in sight, you have to stall And you’ve been stalling for years So much self inflicted pain, you can’t afford tears You’ve got the motel blues You either rich or poor You either win or lose It’s hard to judge a boy without shoes It’s hard to be anyone but you © 2019 Joey Martinez |
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Added on February 26, 2019 Last Updated on February 26, 2019 Author
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