Trip Poem # 11 – Airplane Movie

The Grand Budapest Hotel

A quick toast to the era of seasonal hotel stays


French window frames sipped each afternoon

Hats shaped in boxes

Elevators rise by men on stools

A candle lit at the precise corner of every room


Language barriers transformed into accents

With a change of attire

And patent leather shoe


Women named Agatha

Answer to Leopold



Stall the fruit platter

Mouths here move to perform


Written for Wes Anderson’s “The Grand Budapest Hotel



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