The Holiday Inn
Ahhh, a hotel
room at the holiday,
bathroom down the hall.
Junkies on the doorstep,
babies wailing thru the night.
I can still smell that place.
Nothing like a transient hotel on New Year's day.
I used to always
take my own can of lysol into the w.c.,
shower shoes sliding on the floor.
You can heat up a TV dinner on a hot plate
but hot plates are still a no-no in yer room, even on the holidays.
Just let the radiator heat up yer swanson turkey dinner.
I prefered the old bowling alley's open faced turkey sandies
on Thanksgiving
but they closed last year.
No phones calls
less you call from the pay phone by the managers desk.
Thank god that crack whore still lives down the hall.
All love is not lost
well, filthy lust anyway.
I had a boneless chicken in a can for Christmas.
I can fit the whole thing in my mouth ... one bite!
tasted a lot like chicken.
© R.G. LaFauci
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