revolving doors

when you were younger
and by younger
you mean
thirty or so, you
had a revolving
door put into
your house, not
unlike the one
at the train
station. things
were moving quickly
then. you had
a ticket machine
with a red
box keeping count
of the numbers
above the kitchen
counter where
you served wine
and appetizers.
names were not
important as you
posted a sign,
must check out
no later than
nine. remove all
belongings as
you leave. you are
not proud of
those days, but
it's where you
were. now you slide
the dead bolt
tight on
the steel door
as you go to sleep
each night.