hotel bar poetry

If I were Billy Collins,
then the act of sitting
alone
in the hotel bar
with this notepad
and this pencil
with this drink
might not look so
so
pathetic.
Or something else
for which I don’t even have a word.
Because I’m not Billy Collins.

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One thought on “hotel bar poetry

  1. You must believe that Billy Collins would have similar anxieties if he was standing in a physics theater, wondering what he should be doing with a sledge hammer and a shelf full of metronomes.

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