Vacancy Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

Vacancy



Last call
Death sentence
Thin-hipped waitresses tumble to canary yellow cabs 2,3 at a time

The moon's lost behind the motel
And the last of the lights is eye-snaring neon
VACANCY
red-welt-on-the-cheek-of-dawn vacancy

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