The Honeyspot Motor Lodge  (B. Crouch)
	Here it come now here it come now here it come At the Honespot Motor Lodge where all the stains have their own  stories there’s a girl black shopping bag swaying with her hips syncopated gate lollipop eyes  read the numbers on the doors It’s that place that she calls home I think I’ll stop here for the night  try not to make up my own stories about the bed sheets try not to think about the slick greased remote control Get to bed now get to bed now get to bed Watch some TV Discovery all about the common housefly If I had 600 eyes I’d be up on the ceiling Next door room forty-four I saw her key turn there today The blue light before dawn Desperation  Last chance cigarette Tail lights deep deep red Dreading daybreak  Happy to be  alive Here she comes now here she comes now here she comes	Sounds like an old song It’s a place and time I’ve never known What is it about? Flowers that never bloom  Did you pay the bills in the morning? Yeah, with a paper napkin Then I stole the flowers, digits and lipstick adorning the window of  the room next door I know they raised you right Cuz you put up a fight I’d like to see you win Summer nights and gin Another drink with me And I’ll let you be Oh this rippling river, its hypnotic waves I’d like to stay and stay and stay and stay and stay, yeah Then you can go home I’ll just sit here alone A little drop of sin  Let’s the devil in Oh this wicked river, it reflects my ways and I could stay and stay and stay and stay and stay, yeah