The Grind

Endless hallways stretch ahead A weary traveler hanging by a thread Meetings blur from dawn to night Late dinners then another flight The city lights are far from home In empty rooms my thoughts comb Another deal another grind Peace and sleep are hard to find Family’s voice a quick call Tiredly I saunter through hotel halls The days are long the nights are brief From this journey I should seek relief The world spins on yet I must stay Until I’m home where I can lay In quiet arms which welcome me Letting me find some time to be