was on
the boardwalk
facing the ocean.
five dollars a night.
no screens on the windows,
no air conditioning,
no sheets on the beds
with thin mattresses,
stained and striped.
five dollars a night.
the air was alive
with flies.
the bathroom was down
the hall, that we shared
with a blind man
who begged on the boardwalk.
we ate fried chicken
from buckets and threw
the bones on the floor.
at night we'd hear
the blind man playing his
banjo, and singing
songs.
three nights there was way
too long.
it burned down a few years
later. little effort
was made to put the fire out,
but there's a five star
hotel there now.
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