Camelot Motel

(Mary Gauthier&Keri Powers) He's lying on the double bed acting self-assured In his T-shirt ana his underwear he's barely said a word She pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette Picks up the phone and call her kids from the motel kitchenette There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall Both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol They met in a chat room then they took it here They both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels Come looking for the grace from which they fell They hold on to each other in the darkness The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel He met her at the pool hall the guys told him she was touched