Hotel Real

There once was Johnny, Jim or Joe.
Shimmy shifting friend or foe.
Took his place and played the ace.
Left the game without a name.

Elegant as an ambling eel,
His face had some piquant appeal.
What he knew and yet concealed,
Could not deter which him was real.

In the news, this singer’s blues
Did not amuse and sang no clues.
But also ran still had a plan
To get rich quick, turn twice the man.

These thoughts check in and don’t check out.
They dream and scheme and gad about.
They fill your head and pounce around.
An empty bell with thumping sounds.

Searching for the next in line,
Vacancy without a sign.
Who will wander past the ace,
The devil or a friendly face.

Look round the bend, toward ribbon ends.
The loser’s plan to make amends.
The tangled dream of dying friends
With handshake grip, begin again



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Zone S1E13