He got lucky one time
hitting with the girl in room 509.
She turned her back on him, facing the frame
and said, Listen Joe, don’t you come here again.
White sun scattered all over the sea –
he could think of nothing but her name, ‘Elise’.
God is the sweat running down his back.
The water soaked her blonde hair black.
It’s a perfect day Elise.
He got burned by the sun –
his face so pale and his hands so worn –
let himself in room 509,
said a prayer, pulled the trigger and cried
It’s a perfect day Elise.