to a room full of smoke

she is sitting by a half open window

chain smoking

with a tall glass vodka & coke beside

I can hear cars passing

on the street below

she looks over at me drains the glass

gets up & goes

drives away

I fall asleep again

to be up for seven get ready for nine

she will be there

we pass by in a corridor

she looks radiant bright as a button

& I wonder

not for the first time is this her twin sister?

not the one from last night

we go about our days

meet later in my rooms

more vodka & coke

more smoke

more fucking

as this surely can’t be love?

rinse repeat

until she tires of me finds fresher meat

& I might get to rest

for a little while

until find her once more

waiting at my door