Photo by VC Ferry
the no vacancy sign
on the motel
flashes it’s neon
smile
I walk to the corner
on cobblestone
hopscotch
bricks with depression
inlay
counting my steps
and feeling out of
sync
with my ebb and flow
and the low life I’m
leading
leading me downstairs
to the bar stool
the ones that swivel
and turn in or turn
away
or can turn you
around
and I hear
“Tell It Like It Is”
on the juke box
and I want to but I can’t
cause that’s how I set
it up
like a game
of pool, chalk the stick
and miss the shot
dime a dance girl
one trick pony
phonies
approaching you
how could you? how could
I let you
lead
Mr. song and dance
man?
with all your
ticker tape charade
and tap shoe parade
tapping into the
meat of my
matter
my cancer
was
easier
to beat
L. K. Thayer
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