It
took me hours to find somebody
who could open up the lobby
of the old "Stout's" hotel on Main Street in Gila Bend.
It had been closed for years already.
That painting over the Coke machine haunts me ever since.
It's the dream version
of the perfect beginning
of a road movie.
I
don't know
how long it's been
since anyone has sat down
on those chairs.
They didn't seem to miss people much.
They were involved
in deep conversation
amongst themselves.