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Edward Hopper
By: Alan Ford
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A hotel lobby
inhabited by solitude
impersonal arrivals, nameless departures
a clock stops as time passes
no one communicates
just unsigned promises,
broken words no one speaks
only spirits listen
woman in a window
room unfurnished by love
unrequited and unrestored
as blinds of life unroll
dead living cities
of un-walked sidewalks,
posthumous jolts to
the surface of life
gas station route 6
a landmark unredeemed by distance
a voyage into history
but where and whose?