Woke up in another hotel room
In another strange town, soon this
Night will be whispering morning
Chill and you’ll be a day older and
The same questions go unanswered
At the dinner table you said that
Humility is: “To be grateful for
The little you have got and refrain
From boasting if you’ve got a lot”
An irony that sounded hollow now.
The town exhaled, rattled a window,
A street dog barked and the night
Continued its journey towards dawn.