Poem: The End of a Lonely Night
The lights outside flicker in the darkness
As they often do in these scenes.
The Setting:
A rundown cheap Motel
In a twelve-by-twelve room,
Empty even with me in it.
The Time:
Dark enough
To see the City from these outskirts
And without a decent cup of coffee.
I stare out the large, lone window
Always big enough
For that cliché jump
And splatter
Without hitting the so few flowers at the entrance.
Clever.
I swig down my last half-shot
while listening to the static of the T.V.
White-noise on deaf ears.
I absent mindedly brush off dirt
From my stained jeans
One last look at her picture
And my note
And I make my final quick decent.