the hotel room

you leave the hotel

room

not quite as neat as you 

had found it.

newspapers, cups.

bags

are strewn about.

both beds unmade.

why not use both for

your two day stay?

you look around.

you look under the bed.

under the blankets,

toss pillows aside.

you have no idea what

you're looking for, but

you don't want to leave

anything behind.

you find a quarter on the floor.

you look into the drawers

you never used,

open the closet door,

and say, oh, an iron.

there's nothing though

that you haven't packed

into your one small bag.

you pull the curtains open

to liven the place up

with beach sun.

then say adios and hit

the road.