Friday, April 5, 2013

Layover

Layover

I met her in the lobby bar of a hotel
down by the airport in LA. It was
the kind of place you end up when
your choices are like a game of
“Would You Rather?”

An exchange of pleasantries evolved
into sad stories about business trips
and missed connections. She told me
she was getting a divorce and out here
looking for a new start. Why not? I thought,
sadness always looks better with a tan
and a good pair of sunglasses.

She told me she dreamed in pastels
which struck me as odd, because
she only spoke in primary colors
like pain and regret.

I asked her if she wanted to come
up to my room and she looked down
as if she had dropped something
under the bar. She mumbled something,
looked up and I could see the resignation
in her smile.

Murmured protestations often proceed
to surrender in dim resolve of night
as the alcohol and feel of another’s flesh
dull the ache.

“What did she say her name was?”

SMG

4 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Intriguing... I especially like:

She told me she dreamed in pastels
which struck me as odd, because
she only spoke in primary colors
like pain and regret.

Brian Miller said...

she dreams in pastels but speaks primary colors...really cool way of saying that man...and yes they dull the ache til morning light...

Apryl Gonzales Sweet said...

I have to agree, dreaming in pastels but speaking in primary colors... such a strong stanza, those words will echo in my mind for some time. Well penned!

Miss Laura A. Day said...

My fav...
I thought,
sadness always looks better with a tan
and a good pair of sunglasses.
Simply irresistible in nature,alluring,entertaining,intriguing...made me want more.