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”.