We met in the beat hotel
a room
or two
or three
or some other number
brimming with
expatriots
hiding from society
they shared ideas
and art
and passion
and life
and through their drug fueled dreams
they helped change the mold of the Earth
a hotel for people
not afraid of the different
or scary
or challenging
the hotel which brought forth
lyrical music in written form
and freedom of spiritual apathy
drugs and drink and danger
and a sense of the footloose
dominated all
they used every aspect of life
the unspeakable and the unhearable
the beat hotel
I wish there were more