Motel Casa Blanca

I wanna go to the Motel Casa Blanca
I need to go to the Motel Casa Blanca
Like Rick I'll take the honeymoon suite and
maybe drink myself stupid in alone.

Ar, but maybe I'll strap on me spurs
and swagger down West Cliff Drive
with all the other lovers?

Past the man in the gray suite
embraced with the lady in pink.
Past the pilgrim casting an empty line
into the sea.
No bait, no hook,
just a red bobber;
but at least he floats.

Past the lady gardening,
trying to separate her crabgrass
from her rainbow colored cosmos.
Past the woman with stroller
followed by
a smaller woman with a
smaller stroller
with a plastic magic baby
made by Mattel.
In her face I see the pain,
but the smaller woman is still
happy pushing plastic magic baby.

Past the gray breaded Hemmingway guy with stogie
Ar, he had none of this.
He just walked away in the rain
while the bells tolled
relieved that he was relieved,
and just slightly older then Peter Pan.

Ar, but what the heck
Maybe I'll be the hero?
I'll grab me white sailors cap
and trusty spinach pipe.
As the full moon rises
I'll view Monterey across the bay

And when I do,
I'll plant a big wet kiss on her fair cheek.