by Jack Ohms
just took a room at the Subconscious Hotel
(bit like Elvis's place, only twice as swell)
pretty roomy
I'm going to get my bags sent up
(always have baggage, wherever I go)
shower off
room service stuff
then I'm going out for a stroll
see what's out there
it's after dark
but I've got a feeling I
might just bump into a few
old familiar's
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
postcards will be sent
believe me
postcards are always sent
from Subconscious Hotel
March 26, 2010
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