Hotel Room

Hotel Room

I always think a hotel overcharges lodgers
for a sleepless night hundreds of dollars
What I get from that bed
and chandelier overhead
between sheets as white as snow
as if upon a cloud I always sleep slow
a cake of soap, a tube of toothpaste
With a swimming brain I go for breakfast
No regret I go my way the next day
It is a room not of my own, anyway

What if a room of my own
What extras would I put down
that will eventually turn dust
earth to earth, dust to dust

A hotelroom, after all,is all I need to live in
We are nomads, passing the world within