I could be happy living in a cheap hotel room
A pared down life
But with compensations
A bed
A television
Free breakfast with do-it-yourself waffles
And someone to clean up and
Change the sheets
All for spare change
I could roam the halls, floor to floor
Barefoot on the patterned carpet
Pour coffee in the lobby
Work out on the old treadmill in the basement.
Because I don’t ask for much
Really only a sliver of life is fine
For me
Just the essentials
As run through a golden sieve.
That is a painting by Edward Hopper. His work involving scenes in Hotels is the subject of a traveling exhibition that was recently at the a Virginia Museum of Fine Arts.
Yes indeed! A wonderful and evocative artist.
My husband has been the GM of many a hotel in his career along with leading security teams for the largest chains. Having spent years living in hotels, he is the first to tell you it’s not a good life!!! Sounds nice at first, but it gets old very quickly.