Worry

Forgetting it was 2:30 a.m.  2:30 a.m. I paid my bill, and whistled down the hall Forgetting it was 2:30 a.m. in a hotel in downtown Fresno full of senility Forgetting I left my window open and the wind would complain through the shutters Forgetting it mattered Forgetting the old woman in 614 might phone the desk and the desk might not care

11 July 1974