LEAVING HOME

Tidy motel room

Where I will sleep alone

A thousand dusty miles from home

Television and bathroom

White walls and fresh bed

A place to rest my weary head

Toothpaste and shaving foam

I smooth my face with razor

I stab at my mouth with a plastic stick

But it doesn’t feel right

I’m clean but not happy

What I’ve left behind

May never be replaced

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