Sitting in a hotel lobby,
Nothing to do but write.
There's a big picture of clovers,
And a starbucks to my right.
There are sculptures on the tables,
I guess they're modern art.
One looks like a metal purse,
The clovers are shaped like hearts.
The couches and chairs are many,
In about three different hues.
They look strangely good together,
Orange, tan, and blue.
There's a tv with the news,
The carpet has weird lines.
I wish that I had wifi,
So I could watch some vines.
