October 1, 2011


I never sleep well
in motel rooms
the sound
of the highway
just beyond the pool
my companion lost
to the world
her breast
rising and ebbing slowly
beside me feeling
I am alone in a foreign
land whose nights
show different stars
whose natives eye
me with relief
when my payment
is finally approved
heading out the door
my bag in the van
already running,
driving to another
place perhaps
more to my liking
this time