One about hotels

A man upstairs
in the room above,
The floorboards porcelain thin.
He appears to be
talking on the telephone,
phoning home?
it’s 3:17 a.m.
There is birdsong too,
blackbirds,
confused by lamplight.
At 4:00 a.m.
someone is padding about
outside my door.
At 4:40 a.m.
I make tea
a cup of Tranquility
(sweet irony)
My friend, above,
is snoring
deeply.

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2 Comments on “One about hotels”

  1. Oh yes, I know the feeling! So frustrating when all you want is a good night’s sleep!!

  2. stew1e says:

    Poor you! I particularly like the rhymes of the last few lines.


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