Wet air
Dank
Like the pavement
After a shower
Chill
Pull up the blankets
Try to sleep
In a strange bed
Same hotel
New paint
New sheets
Same old sea-salty
Dingy air
Lacking the freezing
Whine of air conditioning
Soft hums and
Tossing and turning
The bright lamp
Missing kitties
And bedtime routines
Missing home and
Special teapots and
Routines and kitties
Wanting to play fetch
Or belly-scratching
Soft fluffy purrs
That help hide the fact
That I'm alone again.
But for this weekend
I've got the gang
And we are armed
In plastic
And kite string
Ready to shop and play
And forget some
     Routines
     For just
          A little
               Bit.