Hotel Lobby

Nolcha Fox
Sep 26, 2024
1 min read

Hotel Lobby – Edward Hopper 1943

Time sits still in

the hotel lobby,

crosses her legs,

reads a book,

waits for Death

to walk in the door,

offer her a drink.

inspired by:

https://dversepoets.com/2024/09/26/open-link-night-370/

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/about-time-92624?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

14件のコメント

Yvonne Osborne

2024年9月27日

well....guest is me this took me by surprise too....

Nolcha Fox

2024年10月03日

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Thank you - I was surprised when I wrote the ending.

ゲスト

2024年9月27日

This took me by surprise! Death, indeed.... all dressed up. Well done.

Nolcha Fox

2024年10月03日

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Thank you! I suppose even death needs someone to drink with, every once in awhile.

Björn Rudberg

2024年9月27日

Oh yes... I also saw the lobby as a place to wait.

Nolcha Fox

2024年10月03日

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Yes! Time stops in hotel lobbies.

ゲスト

2024年9月27日

I love this! Short and to the point. Just like death. I hope she got the drink first. (Jane)

Nolcha Fox

2024年10月03日

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Jane, I'll have to write a follow-up poem about that drink. Thanks!

Kim Russell

2024年9月27日

You captured the hotel lobby so well in so few words, Nolcha. It sums up how I feel about hotels.

Nolcha Fox

2024年10月03日

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I think the ghost of dispair haunts hotels. Thanks, Kim!