CoffeeShop Blues
settle for this? Would I take this lying down? Would I be able to find
a spot to even lie in? So many questions, so much to get emo about.
In reality it was actually not the best situation, emo personas aside. It
was very cold and it was raining hard and I need somewhere to stay.
I was so wretchedly financially challenged that the prospect of
getting even a cheap hotel room seemed like some reckless
spending spree. I started walking into the hotels but apparently,
London is a popular city and there were seemingly no rooms
available. I got so wet that soon I could not even luxuriate in the
fantasy that I was some lonely romantic hero. I was just plain
miserable. I was in reality a drowned rat and there was no romance
in that. I was cold, very cold and my one set of clothes was soaked to
the bone.
After an hour or two I was becoming hot under the collar,
figuratively, though I was literally blue with cold. I was pissed off
and I was desperate. Finally there was a room at an Inn. A simple
hotel, tidy and painted all in a sharp smart dark blue and adorned
with terrible art with fake gold frames, overly ornate borders and
various ta