Hotel In Galveston

 

When the rains returned
Cloud after cloud
I went back to the place 
Where the waves made a sound
The virga would fall
But I wouldn't hear a thing
I was welcomed to a world
Where the rains would begin

Hotel in Galveston
Far from African dust
A new atmosphere
Of American lust
Saw it in a noondream
Of America's bloom
It's embedded in a place
From the bust to the boom

A place tells a story
Not erased by time
It's in your hand
In the feel of a rhyme

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