three nights in richmond

weary from travel
you book three nights
in Richmond.
a room
near the airport,
because
it's snowing
and cold
ice is on the road,
icicles are
hanging
from the tip
of your nose.
you flop down
in the bed, watching
the red neon
shimmy in the window
from the bar
across the street.
you lean over
and slide a quarter
into the machine
to make the bed
vibrate.
you are a human pin
ball
machine.
you are weary from
travel,
you wait patiently
for the phone to ring.