Short Motel Room Poems

it's a motel room
sunrise, sunset, happy, orange sun
some such 
off the interstate
in
bum 
florida

my spasmodic hercules
I work pretty hard to make it a hercules,
anyway

with bulls & boars & eighty six
bras

and a bottle of evan williams
wine...

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Johnny Boffo was a comic's comic.
Johnny, JB to his friends,
had the late night crowd in stitches
with a variety of one-liners 
and amusing anecdotes.
After his last set he
left the Comedy Barn
and while crossing the street 
to his motel room
was struck and killed 
by a speeding cattle truck.

They say he died happy; 
but I kinda of doubt it....

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The motel room
It was on fire last night
45 outside
Burning fierce within
The heat
The passion
It permeated
I thought I could contain it
But it spread to me
The aircon working overtime
But still the fire burnt ferociously
Was waiting for alarms to sound
Red trucks to show up
Knocking on the door
To say 
Shut up
The motel room
It was on fire last night...

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Dear Marshfield,

Your song is in the wind
sweeping over the woods,
marshes and fields.
The marshes this December
are green, and life stirs
under cloudy skies and sun,
but you still know your seasons.
You cut new trails in my dreams
during long nights
when the sun sets early.
Tonight a bar is empty,
and the bartender shoots pool
to pass the time.
Tonight I sleep in my motel room
for a spirited night.

Davenport...

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Hey barber, give me a shoe and a shine
As he's lathered he feels just fine
Then he views the shoe shiner
Wow, what breasts, nothing finer
My hands on them I wish they were mine

Young lady, let's spend time in a motel room
Get to know each other, vroom vroom
I'm married, och, you'll be fine
I'll pay, say your working overtime
You tell him, the barbers my groom




.
Challenged to write this based on a joke!...

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If you have time on your hands
and nothing much to do
(no plane to catch or appointments to keep,
perhaps stuck in a small motel room
on-route to nowhere special).

Then allow me to recommend listening to
a Mahler or Bruckner interminable symphony.
Your whole life will unroll before you
yet seem but a fleeting minute of purgatory.

You will have climbed a mountain in your mind,
a peak which was probably too high
and not worth it....

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