The question was posed
The answer forthcoming
“You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave”
The motel was less appealing from the inside
Beggars can’t be choosers we told ourselves.
We sidled up to the desk
Handed over the requisite amount
Which got us a bed for the night.
The bar remained open through the night
Our request for food, frowned upon.
Two Star, that was pushing it a bit far
Flimsy walls, left little to the imagination.
A sign on the elevator door faded
Bluntly read, USE THE STAIRS.
Bed bugs do bite.
Yes there were vomit stains.
Morning could not have come soon enough.
Interrupted sleep from hissing pipes.
We showered in the sink.
The view from the single window
Showed scavengers raiding trash bins.
A sister perhaps OR
Could this have been The Eagles, Hotel California?
© Chris Black. October 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~
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