One of the motel's neon signs
flickers on and off
and he enters the motel.

At the reception
a buttoned up female
with a rodent face
hands over the key.

He locks up the room.
It's clean.
No mouse or rat
hidden, trapped or fled.

The clean linen and towels
have replaced the soaked
by semen and filth.

Those overnighters got away
with a pay for the stay.
No complaints from the motel,
just Farewell.

Dinner.
A waitress pops up by his side
a makeuped, made up face
hands over a smiling menu.

At the motel bar a mute bartender
monitors a tilted woman at the counter.

Her eyes are leaking.

Dehydration.