A Saturday In Hospital

Radios of the early morning 
Tuned in to the still-dark day

And the haunting voice of Elvis
Ghosting down the corridor

Love me tender

The quieter atmosphere
Of a Saturday

And sickness almost takes
The day off being less
Urgent somehow

Voices on the corridor
Are a louder echo

Voices of women
In other rooms fantasizing
About handsome strange men
And roasted onions

Voices of men
Say nothing about women
Sticking to the safety
Of sport

Thank God
I’m on my own

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