The old hotel stands
Broken
A quiet country road; calling
Telling of autumn southerly
That slaps cheeks red
Old hotel once with light
All hours; and the laughter
Beer and peanuts; a sing-a-long
To guitar and a TV on mute
In the corner
Quiet now and the wind
At windows trying to get in
To the nothingness
A dog; mangy mutt
Cautious; on borrowed time
Like those with unused
White gumboots
And government income
A country road
The old hotel
It stands
Broken
