try again

there was no vacancy.
the red sign said no.
so i kept driving.
and driving.
i was tired.
the road was wet,
the sky dark and full
of lightning.
i kept driving.
listening to the tires,
the wipers slapping,
slinging rain off the glass.
the static of am
radio. dawn was so far
off, i was low on
gas, hungry.
there was no place
to pull over.
so i kept driving,
and driving.
my eyes burned,
I could hardly keep
them open. I had
no maps, no phone.
that's the reason
that i'm here, at
3 in the morning,
knocking at your door.
I had to turn around
and try again.