Hotel rooms

where all we ask

is anonymity

to do the things we got

to do

not just the sex thang

our cheap eating

saving on expenses

booze binges

re arranging the furniture

not for feng shui

but for comfort

leaving charging cables in

shampoos soaps razors

underwear his n hers

where to shine a blacklight

would create nightmares

so that

we never do

try a new beginning again

some usual

tired fucked up thing driving too long

stopping dog boned with fatigue

taking the first room I could get

to find the hotel rented rooms to whores

being unsurprised we fitted right in

drinking beers at the bar in the heat

barkeep leering at her

& recognising I no longer cared anymore

stumbled stairs asleep waking at three

finding the bed empty but me

& the energy to go find was not there

in the early morning over juice

she told me she woke needed a drink

the guys downstairs were kind nicer than me

while I thought of the miles to come

counting before I could finally set her free

take some rest kindness just be

wanted the end of this journey soon

& maybe set out my wares my self

to try a new beginning again

drinkin’ in LA

hiding out from the hotel

the lesbians going at it

knives curses fists

& worse

the make up love after

talking with Silicon Valley nerds

& when they hear

you’re from out of town

the finer points of baseball

cost of living in the city

smog masks v hero death

stink of piss in the air

panhandlers not really trying

avoiding the personality test

blind eye to turnstile jumpers

cheap gold Mexican jewellery

& later when they feel

they got to know you

death & rebirth

of their dream