Western Motel,

 Edward Hooper , Western motel

I had to be there 

The trip was long

He told me to wait for him.

Book a room,

And wait for him.

I could see the bonnet of the car 

Through the window 

Last link to civilisation 

In that arid background 

The air was crisp and clear

No dust from a moving car

The world was empty.

I had my bags ready in the room

Just ready to be picked up

And hit the road with him

The clock face was spinning 

With each tic-toc

Where was he?

Would he come?

He said he would

I sat on the edge of the armchair

Waiting for a noise

Waiting for a sign

Just waiting for him

In the Western Motel 

As he said .

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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