Vacation
Clock out from work for the last time
now home to pack with a glass of wine.
Checking through my home made list
To see if anything has been missed.
Set the alarm for the early flight
take off to the sky among the clouds of white.
Touch down in another, unfamiliar place
and feel that hot air against my face.
Check into my room and turn on the fan
and it’s off to the pool to work on my tan.
Beautiful people talking beautiful sounds
and perfect strangers buying the rounds.
Shower and makeup and heels on to go
Downstairs to the crowd to sit for a show.
Then off to the strip to have a dance and a song
It all feels so right so nothing could be wrong.
One last drink at the bar and then
it’s back home for a sleep to do it all over again.
-KK
- Author: A passing lyric ( Offline)
- Published: June 26th, 2019 17:39
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 6
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