In the wrong neighborhood
during the early hours of the day
newspaper deliverymen are coming out
dancers and bouncers are heading home

In a hotel that always has a Vacancy sign
on the second floor, near the stairs
lying across a bed that was never slept in

In the dim light of tired neon
when most people are rolling out of bed
she rolls over to whisper something in my ear

I pull her close, not hearing a single word