Late night a small drought
For a nightcap
Mr T with alcohol-free patent
Closed bottle beer to our usual
Room 802
At the hotel Bratislava
In the leafy suburb of Ruzina.
Fall into bed
The young Polish lass has made up
On the pull-out settee for me.
Sleep came immediately
But wake at the crack of dawn
From a dream about Mrs IRA
Who is keen for tenderness
While Mrs B is making out with
Her nephew D.
Back to sleep with slight ear trouble
Hope deafness will stay away
Long enough
Have more trouble with my knee.
But now in the morn’ the fine
Spiderweb of dreams fading
Yet their footprints remain on
This page for my readers
I wish to keep informed.
Yesterday’s friends like Veronika
And Suzanna were interested
In my art and writings
But comm’s was difficult with
Veronika’s broken English and
And my lack of will to have learnt
Slovakian during the years.
Now then the food at ‘Jasmin’
As good as ever
‘Cellophane noodles’ an interesting
Try.
I would call them ‘glassy noodles’.
Excellent!
Noodles.seldooN
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.