My St Louis Super 8 motel
is a beige brick bead
strung among highway 70's
Louie's Auto Sales
Mid America Peterbilt
ABC Billard Tables
Cee Kay Welding Equipment & Gases.
Behind the sliding glass Mrs Patel
smiles up from her pocket size
lends me a laminated city map.
Food? she muses,
'Mexican restaurant half mile.'
She warns of trucks and splashes
from the traffic. I traverse the
sodden median stubble between puddled
customer parking now evening empty
my 'super-lite' umbrella pressed
against my skull.
It's a long half mile and
I eventually give it up -
puddle straddle back to
room 222, a bag of 'trail mix'
and the red wine
leaking among my clothes.