Wednesday, May 25, 2016

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.

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