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Off Season


Author: OCeallaigh
Created: February 23, 2012 at 10:03 am
Entry Type: Poem, G (All)
Category: General/Other | Romance | Sad
Entry Stats: 4.5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments 321 views

Off Season 

Fret not over lost love, so very far away
Inspiration lounging in a hotel room
Far from where river poets bemuse
Minutes away from purchased passion
So fling a foul curse come morning
Or have nothing else to say at all
The lewd poets begging no approval
Whose words are they anyway ?
What we pen and what we say
Words taking a rare few somewhere else
The view from the edge of a king size bed
Warm bawdy thoughts swirl in his head
A short, thin, almost transparent, low-cut cotton shift
And a seemingly accidentally dropped hotel cup
“Could you pick that up for me please ?”
Eyes ascending the back of her well turned legs
Feigning sincere apologies for such clumsiness
A lewd drunken poet and his Friday night muse
Inspiration enough for at least one poem
Never begging affectionate approval
A courtesan’s off season nightly rate
The lewd poet’s most special date
This poem being part of the bargain
“Your money up front” She reminded him
Placed on the dresser behind a closed door
Paying well for affectionate maneuvers
State officials and high end businessmen
Would often employ her sweet services
He knew where to find her this time of year
The dimly lit lounge at the Ramada Inn
Out of regular work this slow off season
Still employable but drunk beyond good reason
Lewd working poet and his overtime pay
Mescal flowing, lounge table advertising
Accepting a delicate hand motion invitation
Introductions of no special importance
Libations, lewd thoughts and lounge lizard logic
Haggling over hospitality in a Ramada Inn
It didn’t seem as anonymously comfortable
As a quaint, old mom and pop roadside motel
“I’m on the second floor, room number 206”
Leaving him alone at a small table with a large drink
Enough cold cash stuffed in a warm coat pocket
Six knocks on the door, just as she requested
Just like last year around this same time
She usually worked the high end hotel scene
Here at the Ramada when times were lean
To this weekend reveler, an expensive pleasure
Never slighting in any off season specials
Ever appreciative of this annual off season session
Enjoying his company over officials and representatives
Ever looking forward to that one cold winter night
The soft night stand light well hid her age
This time seemed better than the last four
A DO NOT DISTURB sign hung on the door
She invited her guest to stay all night
Lubricating libations and swirling inhibitions
Between passionate bouts, her drunken pillow talk
“Couldn’t be like this forever and ever ?”
An older courtesan’s slow business off season
Blissfully drunk beyond any good reason
Winding down into what just may be lasting love
A large savings and too much competition for her age
Seemingly she found her true love despite his meager wage
Those fond feelings did not survive the sobering morning
Nothing at all like last night’s delightful drunken bliss
She shooed him out into the hall without a kiss
Just like last year around this same time

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Comments & Reviews

Littlevoice
February 23, 2012

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Very good poem
Took me there and back and want to visit again

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