Hotel Clerk in Love, poem (198/365)

The hotel clerk
Started to check out
When he started
Checking people in
Faces merged
Names seemed
like numbers
Conversations
Felt like lyrics
Nothing new
But the same
Tune
Do do do
Do do do
Do do do
All the same
But every now
And then
A smile
Would awake
Him
Out of his shell
Of routine
His eyes
No longer
Glazed over
He looked at girl
She was never
Just a number

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