Wandering Tracks

There's a hidden away place
tucked in a respite remote.
Luxurious settings adorn it.
There reflective muses emote.

Under cover of the dark nights,
for the cost of a thin dime
wrapped in such restful abode
there they can spend some time.

There owners were left without clue.
Some of them shedding soft tears.
Not knowing the state of the deal

wrapping themselves in mystical fears.

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Mirthryl
September 5, 2008

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Excellent title. As though the writer was tracking the wandering muse! Nicely alliterated "respite remote." Interesting juxtaposition of "reflective" (which I usually associate with quiet) and "emote" (gushing, emotional display).
Yes, 'special rates for members only' is always an attractive draw, and a thin dime is not much (probably all they have left if they took gasoline-powered transportation!)
Very observant "owners left without clue/some of them shedding soft tears."
Slightly reproachful ending lines, and deservedly so! Perhaps our muses should consider the worry and distress they cause when they go missing!
Thank you for your entry!