Hotel Resturant

Smilin' lady lone at a table
for four. Playin' tic-tac-toe
for the third time.
Laughing at a memory
I'm still awake.

Immaculate artist faceless
at the bar. Smoking
a cigarette, chasing
the american dream. Silent,
sturdy, singin' to himself.
I'm still awake.

Cheap coffee and microwave
pastries. Stale smoke whispers
through the walls. Open
suitcase to chapter three.
I'm still awake.

Strung out stones drinkin' coffee like
air. Trying hard to seem
like they mean something
here. Look from one to the other,
That I'm still awake.

by Chris Watson

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