The room is free
Each for himself
A new arrival
Pays by the month
The boss is doubtful
Whether you-ll pay
Like a top
I spin on the way
The traffic noise
My neighbour gross
Who puffs an acrid
English smoke
O La Vallière
Who limps and smiles
In my prayers
The bedside table
And all the company
in this hotel
know the languages
of Babel
Let-s shut our doors
With a double lock
And each adore
his lonely love
Hotels
Guillaume Apollinaire
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Poem topics: I love you, lonely, spin, room, boss, noise, adore, company, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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