Motel Blues

I will start where there isn't a lie;

somewhere in the middle, after it all-

after the worst of it 

when we turned around

and fell-

into the dark

into the storm

into each other.

Down endless highways

paved with tar and bones;

desert creatures, invisible at dusk-

we only know the diner lights

and the steam from coffee

in foam cups-

comfort is scarce out here.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem dear Anna.
"into the dark
into the storm
into each other."
The above lines, I understood. In the darkness, in the mercy of the great storm. Two people can find warmth and equal ground. I loved the poem. You make me want to write. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Delmar Cooper]

Where were we when we last told each other the truth. What was the truth when we told it? Where are we now?
Questions that rose as I read.
Thanks for sharing.

[Bernard Martin]

I have a confession here. I am not a fan of poetry that doesn't rhyme or scan. Nevertheless I can see good expressions in this poem. I do feel "after it all" is a bit clunky. I do like "highways paved with tar and bones."