Hotel Come Reflect
Is this the way to yesterday the lane to looking back?
The road that leads to happy days avoiding cul-de-sacs?
I hope it is for there I'll stay my bag's already packed,
I have a reservation at the Hotel Come Reflect.
Where days are filled with laughter and nights are warmer too,
In the Café Kiss & Cuddle I met a girl I knew,
She took me back to Darling Street, a place of fond embrace,
To a piano in a parlour where we both sat down and played.
Our fingers chased the melody, the music oh so sweet,
The metronome had stopped by now but my heart kept up the beat.
Our fingers met and tarried, her soft hand covered mine,
Her lips as sweet as cherries, let me dream now for a while.
©Joseph G Dawson
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