STATE OF THE UNIONA Poem by Mike KeenanSTATE OF THE UNION
Best Western Bridgeport Inn, Bridgeport, WV
We receive 500 Reward points with their flexible rate - $82.79, which does not include breakfast - so in the morning, we slouch into the adjoining restaurant, empty save for us.
‘My name’s Stella,’ she offers, handing us menus. ‘I’ll be your server.’ I like her name immediately. My aunt Stella treated me well.
Each table in the large room festooned with red plastic hearts and flowers. ‘It’s off season now, but didn’t they do a good job for Valentine’s?’
She reports at five a.m. daily with the cook and when lonely, ‘I walk over to the front desk, talk with the young girl there.’
Well past retirement age, she could be playing with grandchildren, but I keep that thought at bay, and lumber through my cheese and bacon omelette.
That evening, the president recites a long speech, listing momentous accomplishments while the throng arise, applauding like a circus ride run amok.
Stella is not mentioned, exhausted and asleep after her long day at the Best Western Bridgeport Inn in West Virginia.
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Added on February 27, 2022 Last Updated on March 5, 2022 AuthorMike KeenanKanata, Ontario, CanadaAboutA retired English/Phys-Ed-teacher-Librarian, I write primarily poetry, humour and travel, published in many newspapers & magazines. For poetry feedback, please read my 'Poetry Evaluations' and 'Poetry.. more..Writing
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