Crept away

    The cephalopods of night

       With names like Grant and Reginald

      Entombed in their skin

    Frozen in the Dream

   Of castles in desert fog

     Trees of stone towering above their heads

     And the lights shine all night

     As you press your coat tighter and try 

Not to be noticed

   There's talk on the walk

      And your walls are stamped and

Approved 

  Three steps to your right and down 

The shady hall, sir

   Your leg is cramped but you hobble on

   The linoleum is worn and tattered

     The fluorescent light

  Hurts your eyes but the night stars are

Bright in the Saskatchewan Desert Gloom

  A snowball is left at the hotel 

And you pick your way to Room 238

  And it's Good Night!