We are on tour and staying in a hotel
In Amsterdam or is it Copenhagen
I am sleeping with a violinist at present
More out of boredom than attraction
His small dick is asleep on his thigh
It was awake about two hours ago
When he fucked me with a tired enthusiasm
I actually climaxed quite well
But that was that a sticky cunt and a shower
Was my only memory as he washed his fading tool
We have an early start tomorrow
That was his soft command
And then he began his journey
But I cannot sleep and am looking
Out of a window at the anonymous city
Dawn is not far away and the birds are singing
And looking at me ridiculously wrapped in a sheet
There is a lyricism about this and I smile
I had always wanted to be part of an orchestra
But I often feel like a long playing record
Silent for days and then played at will
I am going to try to love myself again
As although I feel happy I am not content