The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 7/15/2008)

[RetroLounge]

A Bellhop's Diary

     July 18
     1:59 am

Room twelve’s our most popular,
Charlotte’s favorite.
Each night at ten she stumbles in,
usually followed by a gentleman in a blue or beige
or sometimes even a fuchsia Italian suit,
no tie, her glassy brown eyes
fixed on the key I leave
for her on the desk.
She doesn’t speak, just waves her girlish wave
then winks. He drops a little something
for me in my palm as they mount the stairs.

Moments later, after the shower spits
its last shot of redemption, I listen
through the door as the iron bed frame
begins to slap the gold lamé papered walls.
My hand becomes his in a twist
of drunken transfiguration, and I press
my chest to hers, run my hand down her arm,
thinking how later we’ll climb into her Buick
and wait as the engine coughs across the parking lot,
then growls its throaty song and we’ll drive
top down through the desert
smoking cigarettes
     and shooting sloe gin til dawn

Travis Wayne Denton

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:hi:

RL

[xchrom]

1. ...

Moments later, after the shower spits
its last shot of redemption, I listen
through the door as the iron bed frame
begins to slap the gold lamé papered walls.

[RetroLounge]

4. ...

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

2. Kick.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear Retro!

Wow, how deliciously graphic!

I really am enjoying the vision generated here...

Great imagery!

Thank you...

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