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

just outside,

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