Motel Chronicles #4

Once you lock the door

It’s your space to do whatever

But you don’t want to

Move around too much

If it gets cold and

You keep it cool

Because the alternative is unpleasant

in a small room

Shared by countless other ghosts

Who’ve passed through this space

Slept in this bed

Showered in this tub

Looked in this mirror

And the bed covers are supplemented

By tomorrow's clothing

and felt blankets from the car

Providing a refuge

An island or a raft

From which to seek

The horizon

-NMc