Hotel

As old and tired as the guests

The décor reeks of years gone past

Tired workers come to rest

Sinking pints before the last

Orders are called, filling the void

Back to their rooms with dated art

A bed as empty as the soul

Knowing in their weary heart

Awakening again, barely rested

Another day in a dismal place

Days apart, being tested

Longing for a loved ones face

Liberation comes with checkouts passing

Escape the suits and silver hair

Bacon and egg repeat their massing

Leaving behind institutional despair