Room 1210

He kept to his own company last night Lay upon the bed, Drapes and blinds shut tight. He booked the wake up call, His cases were all packed up by the door. All ready for it, then: Goodbye room 1210. He's taken a view And squandered a few moments there But no time's wasted when He's in Room 1210. Away from all the brutal noise outside He paces out the waiting time. Delaying at the threshold of the door He's never going to go back to the party. A black and white film Dubbed in a language He can't understand's Been on the TV awhile. The night rush below, The sirens outside come and go - No-one can touch him when He's in Room 1210. Time and event disappear But every wall has ears And the stories accrue. Dimly, he notes spinning gears He's one among the ghosts Whose lives have been spent in Room 1210. A place of safety all his own Now he's not ever going home. Behind the door There's just one favour he implores: Do not disturb him Any more.