In search of cocktails that are varnished <br />modern nomads wander through the hotel lobbies; <br />expense accounts are rarely garnished <br />while in the bar oases they indulge their hobbies, <br />first drinking, which relieves the pain <br />that’s caused by travel and the unfamiliar bed, <br />then finding often that the strain <br />of being faithful causes morals to be shed. <br /> <br />The tents the modern nomads pitch <br />in unfamiliar places where they spend the night <br />provide a stage for those who itch <br />to taste some unfamiliar, unprogrammed delight. <br />Accepting plastic, every host <br />is generous, and for breakfast champagne may be served, <br />but traveling from coast to coast <br />leaves modern nomads to be burned like homemade toast. <br /> <br />6/26/06<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-nomads/
