A POEM - THE BASTARD HOTEL

THE BASTARD HOTEL
I heard a rustling
in the garbage next to me
I opened my bloodshot eyes.
From out of the trash
He slowly rose to his bare feet.
He had on worse rags than me
And dirt and sweat
Covered his whole body like
The skin on a snake about to shed.
He reached down for a bottle,
But after finding it empty
He walked across the alleyway.
And standing there
With a slobbering grin
on his face,
He began to knock on the door
Of the Bastard Hotel.