Vacancy
For years, it has stood along the highway.
This was a place for many an overnight stay.
In winters cold and summers hot,
this was often a convivial spot.
In the office, the desk clerk would hand you a key.
There were always clean sheets and a TV.
Sometimes, it was a rest stop on a long journey.
Many times, a customer could be a hustling honey.
Anyone could book a room if they had money.
Often, the sign would light saying “NO VACANCY”
However, just an empty shell exists today.
All the living souls have gone away.
If the walls could talk, I wonder what they would say?
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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