BrooksLooks @ Inhospitable

Inhospitable

the roadside motel
has gone to hell
storage units with beds
would do as well

proud old brands
once defined service
are staffed with people who
make me nervous

bleary eyed
and 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 the bell cart
like a mule to a plow
push luggage 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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One Response to BrooksLooks @ Inhospitable

  1. Anonymous says:

    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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