Room 509
Walls, flecked with an array of colors
I think of red
different shades
like ham or tomatoes
the room radiates of loneliness
it is a hotel room
in which no one will stay
for more than a day not remembered 
and still the room stands
doors open into a room of blue
evermore portraying
the mood
Room 509
a baggage trolley sits astray
who were the previous occupants 
only the room will know
whether they were
murderers or lovers
alone or not
only the room bears witness to what has happened
but it will never be none
because rooms are inanimate
rooms like Room 509

This poem was inspired by Stephen Shore's painting Room 509, Dnipro Hotel, Kiev, Ukraine