In this hotel corridor I walk unaware
of my fate.
Sleepy haze filled air,
it's late.
The world has drifted off to sleep.
Flickering lights give intermittent sight.
On tip toe through the corridors,
I quietly creep
To the lift I venture forth,
my throat dry, my mind awake,
an unquiet feeling I can't shake.
My eyes filled with sleep, I blink.
On the prowl in search of a cold drink,
a bit of air to breath.
The doors slide together with a clunk,
down it goes.
Takes forever it seems,
only six stories
but it feels like it's in the teens.
Then the doors open with a groan,
this is where my mind is blown.
Timeslip
It's like the world flipped
and into the 1920s I tripped.
Old time dance hall tunes,
flowing from the ballroom.
I walk towards them enchanted by the sound,
the music that follows around.
The doors frame a room of ornamental beauty,
underneath chandelier sparkling bright,
flowing dresses spin around.
Tuxedos and flowers, all in time,
all in rhythm,
with the sound of the night.
Gas light mingles in the smog-tinged view,
through the giant window to the end of the room.
Bellboys and waiters share intel,
tales of the clientele.
The concierge emerges, circles like a bird of prey,
to greet, to placate, to assist in their stay.
Suits and evening dresses,
hats, canes and umbrellas.
Fine dining and wine,
a world ripped out of time.
Charm and style, a magical flair.
This place bustles with energy,
electricity sparks through the air.
Then all goes black, my vision blank
and time slips back,
I'm stood outside on grim tarmac.
The air is cold,
the glare of electric light
makes my eyes hurt,
restricting my sight.
I turn and walk back in.
Steel cold furnishings
Identikit surroundings offer their greeting.
At the clang of the opening elevator doors,
I think back to the world that I saw
and wish I'd had more time to explore.
Thanks for reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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