swilling coffee on the roof
of a motel 6, sleepy, thinking of ham and biscuits
and another cup
diesel trucks pull in, belching and coughing up engine smoke
this is living
there should be an ode to this
somewhere
asphalt diesel, hint of ocean salt my madeleine
but I remember no one thing
watch clouds change shape
grow ominous, then
then?
I climb back inside
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