11th Heaven

Holed up with Andy in Hotel 7

High as kites in 11th heaven

Lost in music, we’re playing it loud

Andy is the Dj, of that he’s always proud.

The wee hours eventually come upon us

A roll in the hay that holds much promise

Good vibes on, turn up the sound

The manager eventually comes knocking round.

Oopsadsisy, our neighbours are complaining

All of them, he says, while laughter I’m restraining

Our volume goes down as the sun comes up

Sleep evades us, the party can’t stop.

All good things must come to an end

And lack of sleep is driving Andy round the bend

Plastered to the bed, we succumb to sleep

Dreams to realize & memories to keep.