waiting for my lucky day

waiting for my lucky day

it was time to fly west

and oversee something

or other

it wasn’t very clear

and in the end

things didn’t happen on time

so i was left with

a sudden overnight stay

in a grubby-windowed hotel

that was conveniently close

that i could get back to work

once there was something

to get back to

in the morning.

I left my suitcase at the hotel

(always good to go prepared –

i’ve already learnt that

these jobs have a way of

turning out like this)

and took a walk

in the muggy overcast afternoon

while i waited

for the room to be ready.

i’ve never spent much idle time

in this city

so the streets were new

i looped the hotel

a couple of blocks each side

and peered into an alleyway

to see a car and its hazard lights

flashing slow



like in an old music video.


In the evening,

I stayed inside

too tired to go out

unable to sleep

I played an overpriced Santo & Johnny CD

I’d found at a tiny shop

somewhere up near the railway station

and I listened to Sleepwalk

through the tinny laptop speakers

wishing Lian were here –

I feel a bit guilty

exploring new places on my own

now that I’m married.

I woke up in the middle of the night

only to discover that I was still

right here in this particular city.

An unfamiliar morning lay ahead of me

but when it all fizzed out

I flew home earlier than expected

relieved but unfulfilled.