Lousy Hotel Bar

He lived in room 757 just like a haiku thats what he said to me just like a haiku eesh There’s a reason I avoid this part of town if not for the psuedo intellectualism that spreads faster than herpes at a swingers party then for the cheap drinks for too much money the door guy that thinks he deserves a tip keeping out the ‘riffraff’ as they used to say The Polo shirt with the Raybans over in the corner makes eyes at the one girl his buddies brought to the bar if he plays his cards right he might just have a chance and why not? Did I walk into a bar or some sort of reality show where are the cameras and who’s ing with me? The carbon copy cut outs of people all staged around the place talking about haikus and their twitter account and their many followers not my scene as I head to the door As a pick up from my coat from the check the girl tells me to have a good night I doubt it no one writes Haiku’s anymore