From the first dollar-a night rooming house on Tremont Street to the Plaza may seem a long jump, from the Broadway Hotel in San Francisco to the Dorothy Statler Suite in Buffalo half a continent, from New England Inn on Cape Cod to an Indian hacienda in Santa Fe part of the great divide, through the Biltmore, the New Yorker, and One Fifth Avenue to one night stands in Canton, Ohio, rainy motels, cabins and motor inns...all these acquired mystery for writing. John Wieners "Hotels"
introspects
cardiography
labret
plummet
doublespeak
procoercive
preoccupative
idiocrasis
apologetical
registries
sabuline
quadrigamist
offscape
thundercrack
bryophytic
inboard
bract
conjuror
anorexies
grownups
leek fluids
salvations.
posted by Motor Inn at 12:22 PM
You pull into the parking lot and stay in one of my lush rooms. The smell of fake roses over takes the air. You share an overused bed with your sister or brother and get your sexual education on my TV while your parents are out. I have more channels than cable at home. You don't ever want to leave. You can't ever forget me...
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