Lonely night in a budget hotel.
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Cigar smoke slowly fills the room, floating in a misty haze about four feet from the stained and cigarette burned carpet. I pour another shot of rum into the plastic hotel cup. It's a desolate place this, I'm soloing tonight no other crew members to share with no exaggerated stories of past glory. Just Me, Inrospective, and talking to myself. I take another pull of my cigar and sip some rum. the clock on the microwave says it's 1:30 but I know for a fact it's only 12am. Much too early to turn in, much too early for dreams. I pause for a second and watch letterman on the muted television. I don't feel like hearing the inane prattle about the going's on in Hollywood. Besides I have Tom Waits playing and I don't feel like breaking the mood. I hear truck drivers and tweakers moving in the hall talking loudly and vulgarly about some woman somwhere who I guess is quite a whore. I wish I had her number, I could do with some company tonight. Nah she's probably hideous! In the room next to mine a coughing fit breaks out, I imagine a junky sprawled on the floor his final hit still quivering in his vein. I'm certain it's not and wonder why that image would pop into my head. It's dark in here, darker than the night outside. Maybe I should watch some Tv. Somtimes it's not good to be alone with your thoughts. More rum, I don't really wanna dream tonight. All I need right now is a raven to appear at my window and say "Nevermore". I'm glad I'm not drinking absinthe! well Good night mog that got a little weird but at the same time it's kinda poetic. Here's some Tom Waits to get ya in the mood.
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Comments (11)
The word "Hotel" activated the wayback brain, and this is the result:
I'm at a super 8 which is far less upbeat! but Craig Fergusson improved my mental state considerably!
Did you say "mental"? The wayback brain remembers something else:
Oops! That was the short version. This ain't Top 40 radio:
Isn't Panama red some sort of marajuana strain?
Yep, back when The Great American Tea Ceremony was a great indoor sport. Red varieties were reputed to be stronger. But what do I know? I sniffed it, had friends who toked regularly, but staying away from drugs was part of the deal. It's a good time song, even though "Panama Red" celebrates MJ.
I quit all marijuana and marijuana related activities the second time I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. since then I've stuck to alcahol and nicotine as my drugs of choice! But youre right it is a good time song!
Poetic was a good way of putting it. Your description really transports you to a place of 'in between' where one is left passively observing life as it's lived around you. It sounds glamorous in a unglamorous way (if that makes sense).
I didn't get into Tom Waits when I went through his discography but it's easy to see how his music is perfect for specific situations.
"Hotel" makes me think of this:
Yeah Live on the road is like a whole diffrent kind of life. And life on the road alone is totally diffrent again. fortunantly I like to observe the Human species from a sort of withdrawn objective place.
Great post. You do paranoia and boredom very well.
Well my english teacher once said to write what you know.