John T. Wurzer - Hotel Bar

Hotel Bar Part 7

Hotel bar, black granite, cold and harder
Wonder where you've gone, my muse in scarlet
Wonder if the sky has lost a star
Wonder if the night has lost a harlot

I remember a cold and damp October night
Begging for a chance to finally speak
Soaking in a hot tub or a fountain
A memory once sealed tight begins to leak

Leaking from a faucet in my conscience
Squeaky wet and subtle as it flows
Broken like a dirty warehouse window
Dying while the poison ivy grows

Once upon a time dark frozen nightmares
Whispered that true love had fallen apart
Demons skulked through shadows in the alleys
Of a worn out crippled weak and dying heart

Hotel bar is itching at my ankles
Like a pair of gray wool winter socks
Seems the night is over, house lights shining
Something's ticking, sounds like a wind up clock

Corks inside the bottles, wine half finished
Wondering when next it will be poured
I'm standing on the dock, but my ship has sailed now
And I never even heard the all aboard

Hotel bar is where it all once started
Many years ago when I was young
Cold and dark black granite in the moonlight
Years once wound so tight, are now undone

Written by:
John Wurzer

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