October 4, 2012

Conventional








This plastic badge
shows who I used to be,
my company photo,
was that really me?

I never wanted
to get too far,
still always end up
in the hotel bar.

I'll miss these nights
in the goldfish bowl,
bored to death
with other lost souls.

Sure you can't
come up to my room?
We'll be going home
pretty soon.

We're being replaced
by a younger crowd,
they have all the answers,
in the cloud.

This will have to be
our last round,
you'll call me, I know,
when you're in town.

6/13/12