Distant Bleach

The smell of distant bleach

On fresh cleaned linens

This is the hotel room

That we will attempt to live in

Faded carpets with old stains

Attempts to clean them

Have obviously gone in vain

Paisley and plaid hung drapery

Old recliners

While we make our escape

From the city

Old cigarette stains

Outside the door

From someone long before

Shower curtains white

Fluffy and snug

With clean towels hung

Next to the rug

Life lived in hotel rooms

Find a different way

Of saying hello

Enjoy your stay


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