Fresh Linens

There’s a sign on the bedside table
“Fresh Linens” it boldly claims
change the sheets and pillow cases
fresh linens, no more stains

her life is full of changing linen
her hope’s an everlasting flame
but all she has are laundered sheets
she looks around, no one to blame

Transient bodies, floating worlds
In and out of lovers’ dance
Newness is no substitute
Fresh linen washed out any chance

for all her 5 inch Jimmy Choo’s
jetset life and branded pride
under all the glam and glitter
lies an empty heart inside

And inbetween the hotel rooms
the crosses time zones and baggage carts
The buzzwords and the tourist towns
Fresh linen’s just a term for hearts