frankfurt airport hotel lobby

brown leather and the sound of trolleys
on the stone floor
where you come from and where
you go - it doesn't matter - really, you're
a name in an endless stream with a
fitting number,
hitting the keys, observing

the blonde with the heels, the long
haired guy, they're in love - he touches
her in places - right and thinks that
no one sees, i do, but i'm invisible behind a
screen, belonging to another world,
another life, time-less, i'm bored,
prepared, i'm sherlock holmes,

the guy from the reception smiles. is
everything - ok - of course, there's music
from afar, my feet tap "hotel
california" heaven, hell and all that's
in between, the guitar makes me sigh 'cos
there's always a flight to be on and
always a flight to miss, yeah
he looks - american - he is, checks
in and out and disappears like he has never
lived and my notebook is warm
on my thighs


yeah - i'm on  a business trip and probably need some time for the commenting back...see you..