Inhospitable
the roadside motel
has gone to hell
storage units with beds
would serve as well
proud old brands that
once defined service
are staffed with people who
make us nervous
bleary eyed
we’re short on smiles
we see the sign
after all those miles
we pull in…
“reservations?”
[well yes, we had plenty
but we couldn’t admit…]
“just a room for night,
that would be it.”
“driver’s license
and credit card, room 334,
breakfast’s 6 to 10,
over there by the door”
underwhelmed…
i grab ahold of a bell cart
like a mule to a plow
push our bags up the ramp
into the elevator, somehow
in the morning
styrofoam greets us…
with fresh powdered eggs
and pork-ish sausage
in gravy dregs
liquefied syrup for coffee
is anything real?
selecting the banana
we drive off
in search of a human
to serve us a meal
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I’d rather pull over and nap in the car rather than to encourage those types of accommodations by giving them service.
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