Crossroads Hotel
Here at the Crossroads Hotel
I sit alone with The Devil Himself
While the troubadour wIth the skIn sings the blues
While pretty ladies sing
I care not a thing
For good and evil
For if The Devil takes care his own
Then even evil men have their god
Who knows who may steal my innocence
The poet or the priest
I care not for name and fame in the least
For a liar by any other nom
Would stink just as much of shit
Let him wear the hat whom it fit
Povey 2013