Hotel Brooklyn(An Original Poem)

Overstayed my check-in
A nomad never settles
Love the view though
Hard streets beneath my window
People addicted to living
Fountain in my rearview
that was a dead zone sprinkle
Now am drenched again
from bone to belief
Spirit access for the brave
Cowards drink your woe
The future reboots
on every street I ride
Familiarity is the curse
that keeps you weak
Untangle disengage howl
Detach reconnect breathe
Days of the new
when my room key deactivated
I take a last look around
and push on through to next