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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.
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.
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