Strange Motel Rooms

Motel rooms 
are strange to me.
I feel I have spent 
half my life in them,
yet still can't 
penetrate their mysteries.
Do the dead skin cells 
of the previous occupant 
still float in the air?
Does their scent 
still linger in the folds 
of cheap wallpaper?
Do a million different 
fingerprint adhere 
to every surface?
I hate television, 
but turn it on 
for background noise.
I relax on the beds 
neutral colored comforter,
and prepare to read a book.
My choices are limited, 
the phone book or Gideons' bible.
I settle on the bible.
It is very well written, 
but makes me wonder 
who Gideon is.
He must be complacent
to always be forgetting his bible 
in strange motel rooms.