Hummingbird Hotel - Poem by Christina Sunrise
There one was a Hummingbird hotel,
in Lake Worth I remember it well.
For it has stories to be told,
one is about Al Capone.
He stayed with his gang,
on one of the floors,
betting on a team
that would have
a top score.
Betting on a boxing match
that was played in Chicago,
little did anyone literally know.
Many years later I would arrive,
paint on the sidewalk
I was happy
and filled with pride.
I was a rogue artist
that did not give up,
even when they said there
was no more spots.
Now this year the
Hummingbird hotel is closed,
still many stories need to be told,
Thank you Winston
for sharing what you know,
and letting be in the Street Painting show.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.21,2011
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