Lone Star Motel #poetography #LoneStar #EastVanBuren

The quaint little

Lone Star Motel

Our stay here

Didn’t go well

Not quite

To heaven

Not quite to hell

Only sat down

To rest a spell

Before walking on

To where I did dwell

But squealing tires

And a steel shell

was my destruction

My death knell

A thump, a thud

Dead where I fell

The driver he ran

No witness, no tell

No one to advocate

No one to yell

another lost traveler

No soul to sell

Who passed his last

At the Lone Star Motel

Link to a related post, about this very real motel, and a death in front of it.

https://wildnwoollywordsmith.com/2019/09/03/the-lone-star-motel-3707-east-van-buren-phoenix-maricopa-az-in-the-50s-my-great-grandad-died-in-front-of-it-in-51/

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