Pisa

Amazing view this one
grass, mountain backdrop
and the leaning tower
of course
why is it leaning
is it tired?
is it leaning in to hear something?
some old, lost secret
or just tourist steps on the pavement
maybe it has  found that leaning will net more attention
because then it is right

the room
people ask
why waste money on the room
“you’re never there”
of course we’re there
we sleep there, we start the day there
we end the day there
the full circle
it can change the whole
so I rather pay, enjoy
not waste

the kitchen is closed
but they can make cold cuts
how cold that sounds
almost ruthless
“cold cuts”
but the cheese, oh, the cheese!
and the red wine flows down
easily
the older woman playing the piano
hair dyed desperately blond
she is wishing she was 20 years younger
(her jeans are)
she is singing
at the top of her voice
should better shut up
I mean she can sing
but it’s LOUD
and I am too tired
how did she get this job
hotel entertainer
she is probably the manager’s mom
and it is her last grasp
clinging, clinging
to the thin, thin, straw
of attention
that is left
for a woman of her age

it took 45 minutes to find it
(the brochure said “3 km”)
it is a bit outside the city
where you always find these
5 star business hotels
but the signs were misleading
the streets were dark
I had no GPS
we were lost
the pulse up
our hearts beating a little bit faster than they should
on a vacation
“we must find it soon”
we worry
then, from nowhere
more signs
still confusing
but blindly, because it is all we have
we are following them
and finally
when you just want to close your eyes
and swear your heart out
we see it
and relief pours over us
like a cold shower