Back Alleys

Mount Baker Heritage Hotel
11th Ave. S and Baker St.
Comfortable digs
Clean, too clean, but it’s got a fridge
The seedy hotels are overstuffed runways for reprobates
Can’t find a space
Swing a deal for $35 a night
Walking distance to the strip tease
5:30 at The Sammy
Booked in for a week
Tits dip into mugs of draught
Cubes drop in the ice machine
Cops in cars, busting kids leaving bars
Clean it up, change the guard
Just a bunch of fucking punks in uniforms
All the drug dealers got busted first
The glass walls don’t hide the coke lines
The barmaid can still smell burning weeds
She turned mean
They’ve got nowhere else to go
Peeler bar, that’s what they came for
Tough kids from Jack's hometown
They cornered the bouncer while Bobby stomped Boxer's face into the wooden floor
Musta been a drug runner
Across the street from The Sammy
Jack found the Eddy, King Eddy that is
En route a crack face Indian
“It’s getting cold” he says
Jack keeps moving
Don’t know how but that Indian is trying to hustle something
“Used to ride a ’75 shovelhead”
“Sure, I remember” Jack says
Into the Eddy for a sack a cold ones
Teller says
“Just last night, some kids tried to rip me off.