Motel…the Morning After
you wake up again in a cheap motel in a morning after daze
and you walk out into the parking lot in the early morning haze
there’s a guy over by the dumpster trying to make that cigarette last
well, we all don’t get to pick and choose the role in which we’re cast
This is in response to Dora’s prompt over at https://dversepoets.com/2024/06/11/poetry-in-liminal-spaces/ to write about liminal spaces
Stopdraggingthepanda 
An edgy space to walk into, and a philosophical one, Jim.
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A place I can only imagine to be in… realizing afterwards it wasn’t meant to last.
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the vast space of morning after, so neatly contained in these lines – lovely, the lightest of touches to the way you painted this poem
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Thank you Laura!
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Very nice. I love the early morning when in a motel. I know I’m about to leave that place.
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In AA they say of this, “there but for the grace of God go I” but the liminal here is a bit colder and fraught. The one eyes the other on a more level plane. Bottles delve a more subtle equanimity, eh? There but for the race of the previous day.
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Yes indeed! Hope you’re thriving, Brendan!
Jim
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Love this one! The spare use of words, the off-hand sort of rhymes, and the off-hand sort of shrug of the final line.
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Thanks Jane, much appreciated!
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