Waiting

light through closed curtains
beginning the restless stirring
of a morning person
in a room of late risers
in the muted dark
i wonder how many hotels i’ve been in
how many strange lobbies and dingy corridors
but it isn’t the place
it’s the people
so i roll over and close my eyes
wait till the day starts for everyone

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