A Lobby To Somewhere

A  place where voices speak the boredom
Laughter cries for reward
And quiet patience of the doorman
Waits out the dampness of night
Longing for morning sun

A time when the lounge down the hall
Merges a piano's reverie with chatter
Where expectations take flight with the bartender's "last call"
A place where the faux library wall remains silent
Dust of disinterest forever accumulating

A lobby to somewhere
At times the welcoming space to dreams unrealized
The preparation for rewards at any cost
For others
The final check in
Life's baggage fatigue
Wearily at an end

A lobby to somewhere
An entrance and exit
Merely serving our journey