Motels

Laying by an open window,

In a strange town’s motel bed,

I take in highway sounds and smells,

And relive the farewells said.

There’s splashing noises in the pool,

A man screams “Quiet” from 102

Car doors slam when folks check in…

And all I hear is an absent you.

It seems to me the open road,

Spreads my thoughts across bare pavement.

My heart’s run over time after time;

That war between dreams and attainment.

Laying by a darkened window,

In a strange town’s motel bed…

I’ve blocked out all your memories,

And miss my dogs instead.