Time To Checkout
No I'm not dying
Been sitting in a motel
Writing poetry
Until asleep I finally fell
You checkin at dark
Giving money for a bed
Checkout at 10am
Is what the sign said
In the shower
Then out the door
Leaving beautiful California
When I get home, I'll write more
I'm stopping to pick blackberries
I may be a while
Stained finger tips
With a full belly...worth every mile
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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