The Atlantic City motel
That Atlantic City motel
Trying to remember, not the name of it, can't
I remember the stucco color of it
Orange and green and some red, on the beach
Yellow beach grass, whitish sand
Purple sand
Hot just the air conditioning of the ocean
And all the friendliness of Papa's House
The painting
It is early 4:48 A.M. and I am
Looking at the Atlantic City motel, green curtains blowing
In from the ocean, sunny
Two pictures hanging crooked in the single room
Single bath
Two beds chair and desk, TV rabbit ears, ordinary
And the ocean sounds near, and people sounds, kid sounds...
Old mahogany color radio and music and breezy night
Hackney's seafood
Off the Atlantic ocean
Big bands
She and roast beef sandwiches on the boardwalk
The whole place had a Cuba ring
I missed going there a year or two before
Havana
I've always regretted that
But
That Atlantic City motel
Something about that Atlantic City motel
I was in the Army
Fort Dix