On A Morning In A Spanish Hotel Poem by Matthew Holloway

On a morning in a Spanish hotel
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the lights buzz in the dim light
energy saving bulbs
draw me to think of oil lamps
as I've heard of old
pipes creek and rush
the corridors full of chatter
footsteps come and go
a child's voice calling
words I cannot make out
or a language I do not know
soon I shall rise and wash
head down to eat
hopefully wash down a good coffee
for now though, I am with my thoughts
laying beneath the buzz
of energy saving light bulbs