Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

motel room
lonely beehive
of strangers

little girl
polka-dot pajamas
race past my door

housekeeping staff
huddled backs to the wind
smoke break

nothing quite like
home sweet home
but aah the motel memories

four black youths
noisy conviviality
'round the breakfast table

bucket trucks
arms primly folded
awaiting drivers