Lonely Hotel Room

Lonely hotel room,

Faded carpet,

Trust in clean sheets,.

Looking out from high above,

Cracked blacktop parking-lot,

Peeling dumpster,

Weary travelers rental cars,

I wonder why I am here.

Long-distance calls from home

Offer little respite from my angst,

“I love you’s”, across the airwaves,

Still alone with my glowing companion,

Unable to sleep,

Strange bed holds no warmth.

All this, another spin on the wheel,

All this for sustenance,

I wonder at what cost.

Strain on spouse,

Toll on children,

One parent household,

Each trip will be the last.

Until the next time,

Addicted to the golden ring.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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8 thoughts on “Lonely Hotel Room

      • Aw..glad you’re back home. My poor guy is gone far too often. It is terrible on him. But, it get us by and allows me to be home with the crew. Such is life. We both pay a price tho.

      • That is true, we do what we have to do. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind traveling when it is for pleasure, but I don’t find any pleasure in business travel. 🙂

  1. I must say that traveling brings out a different Dom but, I like him too. I suppose we all have to do what we have to do for out jobs and responsibilities. Oh well, it could always be worse, I suppose. This poem is a great tribute to everyone who day in and day does what must be done to make a living. I like it very much. xx

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