Wrong Room At The Best Western


     Palms open
    fingers spread apart,
    showing me
    he had no
    weapon.

    Moonlight sliced
    his smiling
    face into a half
    shadow, his eyes
    petrified.

    Still my
    Louisville Slugger
    was poised, ready
    to bust his head
    wide open.

    “Wrong room”
    he blurted out,
    backing into
    the hallway,

    “Sorry, man, wrong
    room”.