Hi All,

Here’s something called ROOM 305.

Woke up in the Hotel Earle
Shadows on the walls
Cigarette smoke on the curtains
But they had long since gone
The West 4th subway rolls
The streets unending flow
The city’s relentless tempo
An undercurrent below

Oh New York
Another place and time
Mixed in the rhythm
Mixed in the rhyme
Oh sweet dream
Where the walls comes alive
Smoke and guitars
Tales from 305

Graffiti's bold confessions
A poets silent arc
Rainy sidewalk reflections
Poetry in the dark
Diamonds in the alleys
A Lettera 22
Rusty keys and words
All tangled up in blue

Oh New York
Another place and time
Mixed in the rhythm
Mixed in the rhyme
Oh sweet dream
Where the walls comes alive
Smoke and guitars
Tales from 305
Smoke and guitars
Tales from 305
Tales from 305

BIAB Tracks:
1178: Bass, Electric, Pop 120
3088: Piano, ElectricVintage AmericanaSlow 040
3722: Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PopSoulHeld 040
Loop: Tear Drops_79_fx_d_minor.wav
RealDrums: AmericanaSlow128

As always - thanks for listening!

Bob

Robert S. Dean - SoundCloud Song Channel