The kids play hopscotch
On markings made on the floor
Some guests drink at the
Adjoining bar.
People come and go and
Pay their bills at reception
Others will check-in hurriedly.
Ladies in elegant dresses
Pass nearby where we sit
Probably visiting a seminar
Or the well-known first floor
Beauty salon.
Otherwise tourists prefer to
Dress in shorts and tee shirts
Jeans and loose tops.
Earphones.
Smartphones.
The electrically sensored
Biparting main entrance doors
Open and close with a swooshing
Sound continually.
In the dim-lit atmosphere one’s
Eyes are allowed to rest.
Juraj bent over his laptop
Is working a program designed for
Historical research editing captured
Data for a documentation of a
Detailed history of Bratislava
With a huge collection of
Photographs to accompany the text.
Mr T is assisting with data input.
The poet reads a book in a Hungarian
Translation of author Stevenson’s
‘Treasure Island’
In spite of his vocabulary remained
Poor
Having not furthered his
Mother tongue any more.
Still
Peace of mind can be found in midst
Of strange sounding languages
And a variety of visitors from
Different countries.
The afternoon buzzing sounds
The main doors swooshing open
And shut
Makes you dozing off a bit.
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ZJG-POetry’18.
