The Cheap Motel.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

In that party of yours
beer flowed like a river
and in that state of
inebriation the lies begin
to sprout like some kind
of poisonous mushrooms,
and when you asked how is
my wife, i straightforwardly
answered that she left me
years ago and that i have learned
that "long to live alone" and there
is something in her smile that
looks like a sign at the
front of this motel which
says, i am vacant take me,
get in and decide to be happy.

actually nothing happened
she liked the lie but i never
went to the extent of sleeping
my night in that cheap motel.
i just loved the beer that
flowed like a river.