Room Service
Blurred images slowly coming into focus
as he struggles to pull himself
out of his intoxicated slumber.
The woman next to him,
the stranger in his bed,
naked and moaning softly.
He remembers the hotel lobby and the ballroom.
He remembers big band music and strong drink.
He remembers removing his corduroy sports coat
before embracing her on the dance floor.
Holding her close and moving with the rhythm,
he remembers being lost in the moment.
The outermost edges
of the sliding blackout curtains
are illuminated by the harsh glow
of early morning sunlight.
The world is momentarily motionless.
Timidly, he removes himself from the bed.