A Tired Motel

Set back from a major road 

A motel sign big enough to read 
when traveling the speed limit

A twenty room motel offers cheap daily rates 

I expect it hasn’t changed in forty years—

a double bed, flowered wallpaper, a bottle opener

screwed into a doorframe, some rust stains in the sink,

a tan rug with worn spots near the bed,

window drapes that almost reach in the middle

and a low wattage bulb in one overhead light

I expect that the Gideon Bible is on a bedside table

offering a chance at redemption and the address

of a local Bible believing Church

 A glass carafe, packets of coffee and cream on the dresser

The drawers no longer  open and close

but stays here are usually short, a day or two

At night the sign lights up