|Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler |
Caught a glimpse of our old haunt
featured in a magazine, your name
underneath, just like I imagined
thirty years ago as you captured
everything you could on the camera
I bought you for Christmas that year.
I don't remember the paint peeling
from the ceiling, or the chair torn
to let it's inside show, cabinets were
all in tact when we parted after a
month's stay, booze, pills, few dollar bills
was all we seemed to need those days.
We watched that little television set.
Wish I didn't remember how good it felt
when you bent over to see the screen
leaving a perfect place for my body
to slide in behind you, and the light
above shone so dimly, it was romantic
in a cheap, rock and roll kind of way.
Wonder if you thought of us when you
entered the room, did your memory
take you back to Jimmy Ray passed out
in the floor, or was this all business?
You always could turn your heart so cold.
I'd bet your soul is colder than that room looks.
Written for: Magpie Tales
donetta sifford 3-11-2014