Do not disturb, I’m ghost in the suite,
phone on airplane, terrace sea-blue.
Moonlight drip like new wrist freeze,
minibar scripture, I pour Deja in twos.
She talkin’ forever, I’m skippin’ the cues,
heart in the safe, code known by few.
City still buzzin’ below the 40th floor,
but I’m floatin’ in a silence money can’t buy—
do not disturb, let the sky write the verse.