In the Deep of the Night

In the deep of the night, inside a grimy motel room        
she falls to her knees.            
           
In the deep of the night a trigger is pulled,      
another soul gone.            
           
Old age sways with me with you with us,           
in the deep of the night.            
           
In the deep of the night it was all written.           
       
And the women clench their keys.         
And the other women, looking for            
blood and wine, raise their thin skirts.            
           
In the deep of the night -  
you          
and me            
and them,        
           
Seeking a way out of the mundane,        
picking flowers -            
beautiful and believing and stupid flowers.            
           
In the deep of the night it rains,           
it moans.