The world is alone without you;
no wine-sparkled eyes dance toward me
a'lilt with fresh new adventures,
so there's no pleasure
traveling lonely rooms.

^^I kept going back to the title and as I read the opening stanza it gave me the impression of a lady whom you had fond memories of in this place but then I see it as a description of the hotel itself!

In every way its right the world is alone without hotels, they are that open arms for a lost soul the one who doesn't question but just allows us to sleep in her arms.

The further description keeps bringing on an image of a woman but that woman is a hotel-the sounds, environment, its colors is like a special place to be in.
Maybe I'm wrong but that is my overall impression...there is a longing for this place maybe a memory which keeps visiting you in this place.

I'm not sure if my comment made any sense to you because after reading what I typed it feels senseless!

Larry
What a sad piece you have penned. You can feel your loneliness in the words you wrote. Great metaphors.

No shadow of the evening shares
your rose-down deep eyed glow.

^^^^^
Really loved these lines.

Take care
Cindy