Bird Shit Palace

It is almost midnight

Almost a full moon.

We are sitting on the 

Pigeon shit spattered balcony

Of the Kingston

SUPERLODGE

Smoking cigarettes

And drinking our last beers

On bird shit

Covered

Mis-matched chairs

Rescued from curbside

Kingston evictions

I’m sure.

One chair is 

Fake brass with broken

Torquois vinyl

Strapping.

Several of the straps 

Are loose

And hanging.

And the other 

Is a cheap indoor

Dirty upholstered

Conference chair...

It is the last room available

In all of Kingston.

Tonight.

The Duchess County Fair 

Depleting all vacancies

Within a forty mile radius.

Our view is

Route 87

The New York Throughway

A mere football field away

Along with

Powerlines

Aromatic dumpsters

Abandoned homeless shopping carts

And permanently lost semi-trailers.

I checked in with some Meth-Heads right behind me.

They were sweating profusely

And yelling at each other

Violently and unintelligibly

From the car in the parking lot

Into the lobby.

We got the last room.

King-size bed

Smoking

For $69 +tax.

The bible was already stolen

Or never there

At all.

Which made me pull the bed away from the wall

Checking for condoms

And needles

Because housekeeping

In these fleabags is lax.

It was the last great white hope

For us.

Otherwise 

We would have been driving for hours.

We went to bed 

In a king size bed.

A first.

The ice machine didn’t work

And the stairwells smelled like

Swamp ass.

But the palace was ours for the night
Smoking

For $69 +tax.