2021-10-06T19:13:35-07:00January 24th, 2012|Musings on life|

The stranger in the hotel lobby

He was tall
good hair
a football coach
kind of man

then he stood up
and wobbled

flask visible
inside his coat

his laugh
too loud

he asked me to talk with him
a little longer

you’re so happy

he kept saying
as if it were
a question

he went to shake my son’s hand
but stopped

and said in a voice
suddenly quiet
but as clear
as gin

he makes me want
to start over.

Read More Poems
Go to Top