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