When it's all over, Who'll be in Clover

When it's all over, Who'll be in Clover
Say, when this is all over
You'll be in clover
We'll go out and spend
All a your (blue money)
Blue money (blue money)
Your Blue, Blue, money.

It's all over at the Clover Inn. Anyone who has to check in here is just about to check out anyway. This is the definitive end of the line and all bets are off. The Clover lost it's wager for prosperity when it was dealt the I-95 card which took them and most of their neighbors on Hwy 301 out of the game.

When we describe an abandoned single story concrete block motel with plywood covered broken windows where the only life is weeds growing up through the cracks in the parking lot, everyone knows what that looks like. So we decided to show the great old 1960's vintage sign and let that fill in the colors. Imagine that thing in its prime with uncountable rolling lights the patterns of which played hypnotically into the eyes of weary travelers.

Today it couldn't hypnotize the drunks who flop at the Clover. While it was mostly the duller trash who busted out the windows, dispatching the lights, bulb by bulb, called upon the sharper eyes of Bubba's BB gun. Time and weather have oxidized the sign into a form worthy of worship by (American) Indians or at least a tempting renovation project for one of their casinos.

Now that it's all over, who will be in the clover ? Well, there's no such thing as unowned land and someone does indeed hold a deed to the Clover property. Unlike popular pyramid sales schemes, no one is actually left holding the bag, it's just a matter of whether one can survive the many years before the market again turns its favors your way. The surviving owner may have eaten cold beans from cans for many years, but when the developer drops the cold cash on the surviving owner, they will soon hear Van Morrison's little ditty...

Say, when this is all over
You'll be in clover
We'll go out and spend
All a your (blue money),
YOUR blue, blue money.