FEVER HOTEL JAZ OWENS
The old woman who wears a bloody shawl To get to her you must crawl Through the depths of beauty and the steeps of hell Cracked black deviance makes up her shell She will observe you within your withdrawal “I will place you in a brawl” She will say in her chilled southern drawl And take you inside her fever hotel The old woman who wears a bloody shawl You will see her in a fiery squall Fabric spectral, an abandoned mall How old she is is hard to tell You cannot mistake her sulfuric smell that trails all through the hotel halls The old woman who wears a bloody shawl
