Motels pass by in their neon blur
The radio plays that song like sweet melodies
They swim around in the rear view mirror
I catch your eye like a falling star
I feel delirious, you're so mysterious
You got me in a dream by the sea
Where the nights lick your skin
And the stars burn in dark sunshine
You the ultimate, you are the infinite
Crossing state lines in a rush
You turn the heat up and I'm already flushed
I hum a lullaby to the girl so touched.
Summer nights burned some July's ago
The racetrack had its springtime in gold
All the kings horses and the men, especially your women
Bet on your lucky stars, your motel no. or a shot in the dark
Motel ceilings are my favorite mirror
They don't show what kind of girl I am
Just a blank slate to write my name
Sheets keep lies, names and lovers
Your motel no. Girl stays real good
Gangster Delilah, Bardot from the hood
Check in, check out another room did
Still the same girl that you did
Motel no.'s change
The girl between the sheets Still stay the same
Her name changes like the seasons sway
You stay forever, you stay still.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
