Look up—here is a monument to vacancy
a beacon floating bright above the motel
but then, a moment later, flip the sign
the last key is taken
all rooms are occupied, tired traveler
drive safely through the night
I hope you find a place somewhere
with a sink and a lamp
and a well-made bed
Author’s Notes:
This week’s poem is a little vignette. To me it feels like the motel itself is the one speaking to the traveler, which I like.
Favorite Line:
all rooms are occupied, tired traveler
The Line I Spent the Most Time On:
I hope you find a place somewhere