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