Room with a View
Everywhere I go, and everywhere I’ve been, I feel as though I’m looking out the window of a hotel room-
New to me for just one night, old to those for what is a familiar sight-
Tomorrow’s morn will bring anew, maybe for me but not those few-
Down the road and its scattered past, out the window of a hotel room that will not last-
and tomorrows morn will have to pass.
by Daniel Jon Hogan on Wednesday, February 09, 2011
