the green room
the green room
last night i wondered about the green room
and if you slept alone while the eastbound train fled town
i knew it was too late to call
but my watch was set to pacific time and i missed you
your unmade bed was more than a memory to me
sheets rumpled and pillows tossed like rounded mushrooms
waiting for the frogs to pass
somehow i knew the room wasn’t mine anymore
when the radio played a slow love song that was no longer ours
it’s always the little things that reveal
more than wednesday’s headline could have ever said
i should have left on the morning train
rather than watch the lights turn out in the green room
tomorrow i’ll go west with the setting sun
and remember the green room only in my dreams
© tolbert
Copyright © wayne tolbert | Year Posted 2025
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