Cold grey eyes stare up

At the dusty, quivering ceiling fan

Suspended over the bed

The air is thick

And doesn’t bend

To the fan’s persuasion

Tap in the bathroom drips slow

Each drop so slow to let go

The bed remains made

Thick fabric, unyielding to the touch

Where this dark figure lays

Fully dressed and ever ready

For what surely will lie just beyond

One of these endless motel room doors

This side of the road traffic diversion

Dark secret lies and seductive perversion

For now the night is still

For now this room is dark

For the moment the world is safe

And at first light the traveler

Will be one more secret this room will keep