down in the airshaft
of the old hotel
doors on both sides
of a concrete cell
no sign of daylight
no happy view
a two-pillow mattress
one hardly used
and a man lies still
his face up to the moon
the sound of footsteps
in the corridor
two hands knocking
on a pair of doors
the black and shiny
limousine
comes to a standstill
silently
and the man behind the wheel he croons a tune
it's a clear day springtime coming soon


(c) tekst en muziek: Robert Jan Stips