Yvette's ~*
The snow was beginning to fall again as I lay alone in the cheap motel
room double bed and listened to the occasional lonely sounding car out
on the highway........they seemed to start with such a faint rustling from
so far off in the distance.........it takes so long for them to get to the
going past point..........forever building to a crescendo of howling and
humming..... then, in a moment so swift you don't even notice, they are
gone..........their sound gone........the temperature will approach zero
again tonight.........the cold sound of asphalt and tires so far
North.........darkness swirling in and all around like a slow motion
mist.....every barren branch on every scraggly tree disappearing without
a sound into the pitch of nearing night.........that noise out back
again........the old woman that runs the joint........digging through the
trash cans..........her nightly ritual of seining through the garbage
barrels........what does she look for !?....what selfish and private need is
she seeking to satisfy !?.....searching through other peoples lives by
pilfering their waste .......it is said that one can learn a lot about people
by going through their garbage............their refuse...........what they throw
out...........so maybe that's what she is........nosey ...........some sort of
unsanitary voyeurism ........... well, it takes all kinds.............or so they
say...........and yes, they do talk a lot, don't they!?
where is it written that time stands still for no one !?
it sure feels like it's standing still in this motel room tonight....it sure feels
like time stands still for one only........all alone in a roadside
motel............no fashionable hotel highrise....no sexy babe hanging on
my arm......just a cheap, low~rate travel lodge and four unfurnished
walls.....blank and barren as the sorbent landscape outside in the
freezing darkness............eleven rooms straight in a line with one of 'em
serving as the office.............eleven rooms all facing the road and all
stained with the same stark gray chipped paint...........
the old lady shacked in a travel trailer out back..........just like the setting
for one of those movies..............you know...........one of those
movies............I reached for my drugstore paperback novel but dropped
my arm, outstretched on the bed beside me........I couldn't reach the
other double bed...........still made up............as if the old woman had just
been here smoothing the last of the wrinkles out of the top
blanket...........I should mess up the covers on that bed............then
maybe it won't feel so sad and cold and lonely in here..........but that
would mean the old woman would have more work to do
tomorrow...........well............I could just stay in my room and not go out
tomorrow.........the forecast is for 8 to 12 inches of powder
anyhow............uhhhhgggggg !!!!!!...........that infernal racket !!.........what
is she digging for out there in those cans !?............there are only two
other rooms occupied besides the one I'm in...............in one, a middle
aged retiree couple on their way to see the nickel mines in Sudbury and
in the other, a traveling photojournalist on assignment for some unheard
of rag in the middle of no~where.............cranberries..........he's
supposed to photograph some cranberry cook off...........or was it
stuffed goose!?.............goose berries !?
what do I care and why won't that old lady go ahead and call it a night !?
it's not snow flurries..............it's a blizzard..........how can she stand the
cold !?.........
I'm so far North............what am I doing this far North !?........you know
you are too far North when there's gonna be up to a foot of snow on the
ground by dreary, overcast morning and it's only the third day of
November........well, at least I had Thanksgiving with my family.........but
now, with my current posting, it is probably safe to say I won't see any
of them again all winter..............the rattle of the cans has
stopped...........another lonely car passing out front on this isolated
stretch of highway............I just saw someone's shadow on the curtains
as they rushed back from the soda vending machine in the office.........
diet drinks and no cable TV............I've got to go turn the thermostat
up........there's an icy chill in the darkness of this lonely room..........it will
be Monday before my Western Union arrives...........it feels like a
Monday...........tonight feels like Monday night.......but it's only
Thursday..........the snow keeps falling..........the night is getting
darker............this cheap motel room is getting lonelier............I've got to
get the chill out of this room if I'm going to have a hope of sleeping
tongiht.........the wind is starting to moan around the outside of this
singular motel...........another passing car............why do they only go by
one at the time !?...........and only every 10 minutes or so !?.............how
far North am I !?............random images which seem to have no
connection to each other are beginning to pass through my mind.....I
must be getting sleepy ~*
room double bed and listened to the occasional lonely sounding car out
on the highway........they seemed to start with such a faint rustling from
so far off in the distance.........it takes so long for them to get to the
going past point..........forever building to a crescendo of howling and
humming..... then, in a moment so swift you don't even notice, they are
gone..........their sound gone........the temperature will approach zero
again tonight.........the cold sound of asphalt and tires so far
North.........darkness swirling in and all around like a slow motion
mist.....every barren branch on every scraggly tree disappearing without
a sound into the pitch of nearing night.........that noise out back
again........the old woman that runs the joint........digging through the
trash cans..........her nightly ritual of seining through the garbage
barrels........what does she look for !?....what selfish and private need is
she seeking to satisfy !?.....searching through other peoples lives by
pilfering their waste .......it is said that one can learn a lot about people
by going through their garbage............their refuse...........what they throw
out...........so maybe that's what she is........nosey ...........some sort of
unsanitary voyeurism ........... well, it takes all kinds.............or so they
say...........and yes, they do talk a lot, don't they!?
where is it written that time stands still for no one !?
it sure feels like it's standing still in this motel room tonight....it sure feels
like time stands still for one only........all alone in a roadside
motel............no fashionable hotel highrise....no sexy babe hanging on
my arm......just a cheap, low~rate travel lodge and four unfurnished
walls.....blank and barren as the sorbent landscape outside in the
freezing darkness............eleven rooms straight in a line with one of 'em
serving as the office.............eleven rooms all facing the road and all
stained with the same stark gray chipped paint...........
the old lady shacked in a travel trailer out back..........just like the setting
for one of those movies..............you know...........one of those
movies............I reached for my drugstore paperback novel but dropped
my arm, outstretched on the bed beside me........I couldn't reach the
other double bed...........still made up............as if the old woman had just
been here smoothing the last of the wrinkles out of the top
blanket...........I should mess up the covers on that bed............then
maybe it won't feel so sad and cold and lonely in here..........but that
would mean the old woman would have more work to do
tomorrow...........well............I could just stay in my room and not go out
tomorrow.........the forecast is for 8 to 12 inches of powder
anyhow............uhhhhgggggg !!!!!!...........that infernal racket !!.........what
is she digging for out there in those cans !?............there are only two
other rooms occupied besides the one I'm in...............in one, a middle
aged retiree couple on their way to see the nickel mines in Sudbury and
in the other, a traveling photojournalist on assignment for some unheard
of rag in the middle of no~where.............cranberries..........he's
supposed to photograph some cranberry cook off...........or was it
stuffed goose!?.............goose berries !?
what do I care and why won't that old lady go ahead and call it a night !?
it's not snow flurries..............it's a blizzard..........how can she stand the
cold !?.........
I'm so far North............what am I doing this far North !?........you know
you are too far North when there's gonna be up to a foot of snow on the
ground by dreary, overcast morning and it's only the third day of
November........well, at least I had Thanksgiving with my family.........but
now, with my current posting, it is probably safe to say I won't see any
of them again all winter..............the rattle of the cans has
stopped...........another lonely car passing out front on this isolated
stretch of highway............I just saw someone's shadow on the curtains
as they rushed back from the soda vending machine in the office.........
diet drinks and no cable TV............I've got to go turn the thermostat
up........there's an icy chill in the darkness of this lonely room..........it will
be Monday before my Western Union arrives...........it feels like a
Monday...........tonight feels like Monday night.......but it's only
Thursday..........the snow keeps falling..........the night is getting
darker............this cheap motel room is getting lonelier............I've got to
get the chill out of this room if I'm going to have a hope of sleeping
tongiht.........the wind is starting to moan around the outside of this
singular motel...........another passing car............why do they only go by
one at the time !?...........and only every 10 minutes or so !?.............how
far North am I !?............random images which seem to have no
connection to each other are beginning to pass through my mind.....I
must be getting sleepy ~*
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