This Little Town

You are driving in the pouring rain, fog obscuring your vision as you strain to see.

This town wasn't on the map, but you're tired and ready to sleep.

Pull out the poetry book from the hotel's nightstand, and pretend the locals in this place have faces as you drift off into what you hope is sleep.

(Golden eyes following your every move, distorted faces of the friendly locals, and a handwritten poetry account of someone's stay many years ago.)