“Do you ever feel like
When you’re shutting the door
And taking off your coat
That music and art
Are the keyring
Linking together those little moments in life that line up perfectly?”
I wanted to ask you, taking a sip from my big green bottle of beer
and perusing the foreign language offerings
on the hotel TV
Laid across the moth bitten bedsheets
And the Statler Brothers going on about the flowers on the wall
It’s late now
And the moon is rising in my mind
Clouds of people I used to know drift across its silver face
I swipe the keys from the bedside table
It’s time for a midnight ride