Exit the highwayman

Exit the highwayman

part your drapes

no more

close your shutters

as

he walks by

motel row

clickity click

the echo goes

holding his ledger open

scratching down notes

a room number

a door color

in underline

it’s his bloody night

beyond these lonely doors

lies an open road

belonging to he

who wonders

to the driven

point of a

fare-thee-well

what door will it be?

yellow?

red?

orange?

green?

ah, yes!

it shall be

B L U E

tonight…

knock!

knock!

you ask…

‘who’s there’?

an voice outside replies…

‘it’s your destiny calling…

will you please open

your door to me?’

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