Pens and Hotel Rooms

Sitting in my hotel room
Wishing the sunlight had stayed with me longer
I turn the desk lamp on
Grateful for the discovery of a pen
The pen is cleverly adorned with two trees
This pencil shit has been getting old for days now
My friend sent me new songs today
he knows how to push my buttons
It was the stereo all afternoon
Just sort of faded in and out of consciousness in a roadside motel suite
I know...oxymoron
When I came to
I was getting hits off that King Kong remake
My legs sprawled out on a tasteless hallway throw rug
My mum would have called it a runner,
You know the kind
That is placed arbitrarily on a long stretch of hardwood
Connecting one part of your home to another
It adds a touch of class
But eventually it’s only purpose
Is to hide collected dust
Brooke called.
I should probably eat something