I dreamed that Ronnie Dio was alive and looking well

 

Drinking in the lobby of the Hyatt House Hotel

 

He approached the desk and registered under a pseudonym

 

And greeted me as if I was an old dear friend to him

 

His arms were wide in welcome, he called me by my name

 

And to the elevators he took me for a game

 

Up to four and down to two, then six then two then ten

 

He warned me not to see or speak should someone else come in

 

Down to five and still alive, alive and on my own

 

I touched one, the game was done, I guess I should have known

 

Alive and all alone

 

The night don’t stop for passengers, the sun will never rise

 

A bright red cross inverted hovers just above my eyes

 

Floating like a feather from a fallen angel’s wing

 

I close my eyes and listen to the lonely angels sing

 

Falling angels, knocking down their days like dominoes

 

Tasting wine and wasting time and wondering where it goes

 

When everybody knows

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Outside L.A. is sleeping, I should be sleeping too

 

I climb the walls and roam the halls looking for something to do

 

It’s not much of a heaven but it’s not exactly hell

 

Somewhere an old friend waits for me, alive and looking well

 

Somewhere in the lobby of the Hyatt House hotel