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”.