incredibly depressing hotels following towering redwoods

it's a long fall from 300 feet in the air, feeling the wind
in your hair, a view as far as the eye can see, the smell of
eucalyptus lofts from below
to this dumpy Quality Inn
with the roar of the freeway outside the door,
it's downright depressing, isn't it
until I found I had company in this, a soul
who agreed, a couple in fact so we were comrades
in this and then it wasn't so lonely after all and we can laugh
at how miserable it is and be glad we at least don't live here.