No Vacancy

no vacancy at the loveless motel,
the one with the biscuits, but no
one to eat them with.
the women wear frumpy housedresses,
the men smoke cigarettes, looking
furtively out into the darkness,
waiting for the hooker to finish
with her last john.
the biscuits fill the stomach
but not the heart.

photo courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/brent_nashville/100384937/