Hot Springs
Sitting in a hotel lobby She reads to rid the frustration Of lust unconquered Lust unappreciated Quiet and cold She pretends she is not there Eyes slowly peeling the page Words blurred and swirled She concentrates harder A couple stirs her way Agitated she looks up in a huff Imagining where else she would rather be She doesn't deserve this shit Tick tick the old clock goes Colder the emotions get No end in sight Her eyes wander across the languid room Ornament filled with decadence Lost in an era of want How could this have been a great idea?