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Dying at the Albert Hotel
Somebody
At the Albert Hotel
Is dying
Quietly
He once was
A bit actor
In a musical
Still can remember
The theme song
His best friend
Had always been poverty
But one Christmas
Years ago
He’d made a killing
Took some people to dinner
At a fine restaurant
He’d never married
Had no time for it
He would say
No kids
No strings
He’d always been
A loner
But there was this girl
He’d forgotten her name
Now that was
Some girl!
Most of the windows
At the Albert Hotel
Are darkened
Except this one
Where the light
Flickers
Somebody
At the Albert Hotel
Is dying
Without Regret
With a sweet song
A tender steak
And a fuck
© Johnmichael Simon
2009
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