Sunday, January 18, 2009

hotel h

you wake up in your hotel room, parched from the dry heat blasting through the ceiling vent. after playing a sold out show in the bar across the street, you've slept in and now the sun is streaming in a bit too brightly. you get up to put the coffee on but instead you stop and pick up your guitar. you strum something low and pretty, ignoring the maid as she raps on the door.

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