In this hotel
They have a monthly rate.
Wonder what his story is?
Well, I know part of it,
The last ten years, at least.
Kinda like me, I guess,
In a sense, walking around.
Those shorts, shoes,
Sweat pants and baseball cap,
They belong to a young man.
He wears them well though.
I can see him 20 years ago.
Maybe he can too.
That might explain his eyes.
Transfixed they are,
On something,
Or maybe it’s a health condition.
Still steps out for a smoke.
I’m going to ask him
What he’d like to do.
Gotta love ’em.
Hey, this guy’s a lifer.

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