Night at the Hotel

A cycle of poems «Your Lipstick's on My Shirt»

The city sleeps, a velvet hush descends
The neon signs, their vibrant light suspends
Inside the hotel, a different kind of hum
A symphony of whispers, where secrets come

Night at the hotel, a world within a frame
A tapestry of stories, whispered in each name
From lovers lost to travelers on the roam
A haven from the outside, a temporary home

The elevator creaks, a slow and ghostly ride
Past shadowed hallways, where memories reside
A lone piano plays, a melancholic tune
Reflecting in the lobby, beneath the pale moon

Night at the hotel, a world within a frame
A tapestry of stories, whispered in each name
From lovers lost to travelers on the roam
A haven from the outside, a temporary home

The rain outside, a soft and steady beat
Washing away the worries, on the city street
Inside the warmth, a flickering fire's glow
A sanctuary of solace, where feelings flow

Night at the hotel, a world within a frame
A tapestry of stories, whispered in each name
From lovers lost to travelers on the roam
A haven from the outside, a temporary home

The night grows deep, the stars begin to gleam
Another chapter closes, in this nocturnal dream
Night at the hotel, a fleeting, sweet embrace
A moment held in time, in this quiet, sacred space.