Hospitality

by Franco Bertucci

I woke up this morning
and had no idea where I was.
That happens in hotels.
And I'd been dreaming...
crazy dreams.

The bed is open on three sides,
I want to shove it aginst the wall.
These pillows are not broken in.

I used to think hotels were fun.
I like continental breakfast and noon checkouts.
But now I would rather couch-surf
and really be a guest.

Give me a bunk, an alcove,
or an air mattress in the basement.

Thank you for sharing your home.

Awkward Guy

Poems and other embarassing things. 2011 Franco Bertucci