What a treasure it is to find,
A glorious throne to the weary road warrior,
An alter to comfort,
Invitation to rest and relaxation,
A trap for the mind, body and soul.
It’s home when it looks like this.
You have no idea,
What a sad tragedy hotel room furniture is,
And when I walk into a room,
In the middle of the great prairie,
And see this?
Oh my heart melts.
My spirit flies.
My aging bones sigh with nirvana.