A little after midnight
I pull the Pontiac LeMans
Off the Highway
Onto Route 66
Kyla sleeps against the door
Not knowing we are stopping for the night
At a motel
The Flamingo Motel Hotel
Red sign bright white lights
I pull up to the office
Get us a room
You wake
"Where are we?"
"Flagstaff, Arizona. A motel."
Park the Le Mans before room 109
Same number as my family home
On the South Shore of Boston
Thousands of miles away
No more driving
I want to sleep with Kyla tongiht
In a bed
On clean sheets
After a shower
Kyla goes first
I go second
A long shower
Been three days on the road from New York
I come out dry and clean
Kyla already asleep
The only light from the motel sign
Trucks dieseling by on Route 66
I step outside
Truck fumes on the high desert night
The Le Mans the only car in the parking lot
Ours the only occupied room
Oirs the only bed
To make love maybe not tonight
But maybe in the morning
It's been three days
Another day's drive to LA
Unless we see the Grand Canyon tomorrow
It's worth the detour
Especially after a stop at the Flamingo Motel Hotel
And greeting the Arizona dawn
Together___
Friday, February 14, 2025
A Hotel Room Off The Highway 1985
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