swilling coffee on the roof

of a motel 6, sleepy, thinking of ham and biscuits

and another cup

diesel trucks pull in, belching and coughing up engine smoke

this is living

there should be an ode to this


asphalt diesel, hint of ocean salt my madeleine

but I remember no one thing

watch clouds change shape

grow ominous, then


I climb back inside  




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