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Bump In The Night

Hotel room.

Strange City.

A thud against the wall
from the next room.

Wake from the drift
of a long day.

Work convention.

Laughter.

Fumble for glasses
to find the cell phone.

1:54 am.
No messages.

The night table rattles.

Is she his girlfriend?

Or is she a ........?

You dampen your finger,
follow the folds.

What are they doing?

You see yourself,
what you would do.

And finish their story.






Written by Tenderloin
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