The Guest House (Old Peculier Bed & Breakfast Remix)
This being human business
it’s a bit like being a bloomin' Bed & Breakfast
Every morning someone new on your doorstep
A joy, a depression, a betrayal
or perhaps one of those little flashes of sweet clarity
amid all the milk bottles and bin bags and bills
Open the door and greet them all
Even if they’re a skulky hoodied bunch of crap moments
who end up running off with
all your bars of guest soap and towels and prized consumer durables
(including the stereo – which was bolted down)
Whatever, treat each and every new guest with utmost respect
You never know, they might be ransacking you
to make way for some new delight
The exhaustion, the grief, the guilt, the self-judgement, the despair,
all those gnarled and gnarly beings you'd rather turn away
Meet them all on your doorstep
with a big smile on your chops
and a couple of open bottles of Theakstons Old Peculier
and welcome each and every one inside
Yes, give thanks for whomsoever crosses your threshold
because every single guest has been sent
by the Great Tourist Board Beyond
to test the strength of the springs of your bed
and the mettle of your heart and soul
This being human business
it’s a bit like being a bloomin' Bed & Breakfast
Every morning someone new on your doorstep
A joy, a depression, a betrayal
or perhaps one of those little flashes of sweet clarity
amid all the milk bottles and bin bags and bills
Open the door and greet them all
Even if they’re a skulky hoodied bunch of crap moments
who end up running off with
all your bars of guest soap and towels and prized consumer durables
(including the stereo – which was bolted down)
Whatever, treat each and every new guest with utmost respect
You never know, they might be ransacking you
to make way for some new delight
The exhaustion, the grief, the guilt, the self-judgement, the despair,
all those gnarled and gnarly beings you'd rather turn away
Meet them all on your doorstep
with a big smile on your chops
and a couple of open bottles of Theakstons Old Peculier
and welcome each and every one inside
Yes, give thanks for whomsoever crosses your threshold
because every single guest has been sent
by the Great Tourist Board Beyond
to test the strength of the springs of your bed
and the mettle of your heart and soul
This poem is based on The Guest House, by Jeladuddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks:
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