Last Night

I entered the craftsman hotel
with heavy legs, bruised emotions
and lonesome body
as the day was finishing its day.

A sparse lobby with a sleepy traveler,
welcomed me to a cold check in.
A guest asking for kleenex and paper
single obstacle to my dreams.

Navigating the long corridors
of doors with tired colors,
worn carpets and clorox smells,
I made it to my room.

Epicly searched the light switches
to see the ugly space,
Scratched table and furniture to match.
Uninviting bed to accompany all night.

Seemed all just fitting for the day I had.