Tucson Four Points Hotel

Checked in late

Asked for “quiet side”

Front desk smiled

Yeah

They straight‑up lied

’Cause above my head

In heavy boots

There’s an orc on duty

Pacing in a loop

Chain mail clinks

Floorboards shake

Muttering spells

On his fifth coffee break

I swear he grunts

Every time I yawn

Guess he’s guarding my sleep

’til the break of dawn (thanks, buddy)

There’s an orc upstairs and a jet out front

Walls like paper

Dreams all blunt

I’m counting roars

Not counting sheep

This hotel’s way too loud to sleep

Gotta wipe the window just to see the sky

Scrub off smoke as the planes scream by

If I make it through the night somehow

I want a refund on my rest right now (right now)

Try earplugs

They wave white flags

As the orc yells “Who goes there?”

At my shopping bags

Room starts rattling

Lamp leans left

As a jumbo flies past

On final descent

Curtain smells

Like premium fuel

I write “HELP” on the glass

Like a middle‑school doodle

I cough

He coughs

Through the ceiling vents

We’re trauma‑bonded

By hotel events (roommates, basically)

There’s an orc upstairs and a jet out front

Walls like paper

Dreams all blunt

I’m counting roars

Not counting sheep

This hotel’s way too loud to sleep

Gotta wipe the window just to see the sky

Scrub off smoke as the planes scream by

If I make it through the night somehow

I want a refund on my rest right now (right now)

[Band drops

Half‑spoken]

I call the desk

Say “It sounds like war”

They say “That’s just the ambiance

On the fourth floor”

Orc salutes

As the runway glows

We both shrug

That’s the way it goes (goodnight, I guess)

There’s an orc upstairs and a jet out front

Walls like paper

Dreams all blunt

I’m counting roars

Not counting sheep

This hotel’s way too loud to sleep

Gotta wipe the window just to see the sky

Scrub off smoke as the planes scream by

If I live to check out

I’ll write this down

“Five stars for the orc

Zero stars for sound”