Motel Man

Coming to and heading from;
The dream I had, the life I led —
I was for years a motel man,
Another town, another bed
Just like the others. Yet for me
It felt just fine, like luxury.

A room that’s cleaned out every day,
Some food or drink, just steps away —
A shower, a lock, a place to park,
A light that’s light, a dark that’s dark —

I look back on it now to note
(Not for regret, or to be sappy)
That when I was happy with simple things

I was happy

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