Blue Motel Room (after Joni)
Well, it certainly was Valentine’s Day last night here at the Radisson North Shore, as sounds of porn-star quality sex from the next room punctured my bachelor’s repose. I thought at first that somebody had the tv on, it was so enthusiastically, even professionally, allegro ma non troppo. But then (and I didn’t have to put a glass to the door or anything, it was like there was a speaker under my bed) I picked up on the utter sincerity of it, and I knew it wasn’t a rented skin flick. I grabbed the pen and pad on the nightstand and gave them a 9.7. Even though I merely heard, and did not see, them stick the triple-axle.
Fortunately, no repechage in this event, and I was able to doze off again.
