Hotel Room


Are all your guitars tuned?

(of course they are)

Backstage staring at the moon

Alone under the stars

As a band – And with your fans –

Pre show rituals

You go off w/ out a hitch

It’s far out.  There’s no doubt.

You have it. We share it.

Others want it.


Musical vines grow hair

We’re strong under the gun.

Some people take chances

Some the right road

I ain’t owed nothin’

-Beneath planetary moons-

Sitting here in tune,

Playing melodic songs in June

In the soft luxuriant comfort

of a

Hotel Room


Late May 2003

John Alan Conte` JR