I hate travelling for work. This is for all of you who have to travel for work...

Business travels

The ice in my glass melts smoothly

Cube to cube they dance

As I swirl my drink slowly

The whiskey burns a slow path

My insides warming

My soul sings the blues

Conversations around me

Strangers living strangers’ lives

For a moment they belong to me

For an instant I am not lonely

Billie Holiday plays from a tape

I dream of dancing with my partner

The trumpets call to me

The piano plays my return

Note by sweet note

My room has pretensions of home

The bed sheets are crisp and cold

Generic paintings pretend warmth

A study of bland

Carpet patterns try to imitate good taste

A bouquet of ordinary

Imitation wood fools no one

Room service a temporary companion

Home awaits me with no expectations of tip

Home awaits me