flop

the room was ok

not too hot in summer

none too cold in winter

a drowsy bed hollowed by bodies

hundreds thousands of nights

the door had a lock a good foot could kill

but we made sure everybody knew

there was nothing of value to be had

which there wasn’t

a few t shirts pants shirts socks coat

text books dog eared & coffee stained

my old red radio needing batteries

& if I was lucky a couple of tins a loaf

who needed butter salt n pepper?

pads of paper with scribbles even i

struggled to decipher read ever again

but the view saved the grey of the place

rooftops across the city chimney pots

aerials flat roofs gables windows

lights at night throwing shadows

as I sat dreaming of Spain France California

better days to come

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