There’s something reassuring about somewhere so bland
The walls are plain not flowery
The reception desk is rarely manned
But you know just where the bath will be
The colours are grey and blue and sand
The tray has bags just labelled tea
It is a strange and artless land
But good for anonymity
No one cares if you’re not so grand
No one gives you nothing free
No one here is hyped or tanned
Not a hint of celebrity
We are the quiet forgotten band
Dull and grey, ordinary
We don’t know why this trip was planned
We’re going nowhere, knowingly
© Rachel Fox 2006
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