The smell of distant bleach

On fresh cleaned linens

This is the hotel room

That we will attempt to live in

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Faded carpets with old stains

Attempts to clean them

Have obviously gone in vain

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Paisley and plaid hung drapery

Old recliners

While we make our escape

From the city

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Old cigarette stains

Outside the door

From someone long before

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Shower curtains white

Fluffy and snug

With clean towels hung

Next to the rug

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Life lived in hotel rooms

Find a different way

Of saying hello

Enjoy your stay