The Hotel Blues Again

It’s clear

I am here

Where you are not

And I have got

The Hotel Blues Again

I watch distracted

Hand with pen

Write these words down

I’m in a foreign town

The Hotel Blues Again

The room is fine

The pictures on the wall do not offend

It’s clean, uncluttered

The bed is comfy and the wine

Has travelled relatively well

To dull and spark my brain in turns, I’ve got

The Hotel Blues Again

I phone you

And we chat. The train was late.

And I got wet in unexpected rain

The meal was Thai (red curry – hot)

And it’s not just being here alone

Upon a rock that’s doomed in time and space

In truth I can’t explain
The how or why I've got

The Hotel Blues Again