Seven Eleven Story Poem by Suzae Chevalier

I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.

This street is close to Madison

known for it's high class ads.

I was there in hotel room number 711,

believe me it was no peaceful heaven.

I was up all night with noise from a truck,

Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.

Tired I missed my bus the next day,

I was very late to airport JFK.

Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,

She was crying hysterical without a care.

We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.

driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.

On the drive unlucky girl did complain,

about the morning and everything.

I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months

and when I travel I had so much luck.

When we got to the airport

the plane number did change,

so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,

who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,

the lady announced the new flight number,

but I was still unaware.

Until I boarded the plane,

did I realize all the numbers were all the same.

My room number was 711,

along with the time message was left on my phone,

even the number on the plane ride home.

They all were my Lucky 711

which made me think of 911.

when that catastrophe had struck,

Luckily none of my friends in NYC

did get hurt or stuck.

Years later I lived at a 711 address,

I also had an accident at that number

on a different street I do confess.

I ended up fine without a mess.

Now is 711 meant to be?

and should I play the lottery?

Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,

I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb 11,2011