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Day's Inn

By Wayne F. Burke

Day's Inn

The cough-er in the next room
every two minutes,
I thought maybe smoking pot
a-herr ah hergk
how lucky to have him next to me;
is whatever he's got
creeping underneath my door?
The creeping dread is what I got,
creeping around in the bed,
creeping inside my head;
can't shake the
joylessness of an
existential what-ever
contracted from
somewhere; maybe on the ride
to this room that
looks like all the others
in this chain hotel
I am bound-up

Article © Wayne F. Burke. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-04-29
Image(s) are public domain.
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