(Inspired by Jack Vettriano; Heartbreak Hotel ©)
Door locked shut, town-sounds shut out
He slumps in leather, the time approaches
Vial in case, syringe to shout
The day is done, no clattering coaches.
Tiredness drifts onwards, the strings are taught
Chemicals to take him out to sea
Dragging bow, will he be caught?Will they believe he’s really me?