mana loa

there was a small white
motel called the mana loa
and a mexican girl lived
there w/ her mother father
and younger brother

the father actually was
a real life used car salesman
and it was a street of
palm trees bright white
sidewalks suntan lotion

the girl signalled the boy over
to her and that was how they
met and then they walked talked
swam eventually stole away
at the night and kissed

its good to keep things
sensitive and not sentimental
but why worry,

the salt air and the breeze
and all the magic of what a
floridian night could be was
w/the boy and the girl that night

the girl was beautiful and
was a chainsmoking fourteen year old
and somehow that was beautiful
too...

mana loa midnight
ashen ashphalt
walking on the
beach at three a.m.,
pure electricity
all around

I still remember the
neon motel sign
and never did find out
what 'mana loa' means
but maybe its
better
that
way