secret motel

The trance of Saturday morning breakfast in a diner on the dying side of town. The boxcars haven't moved in ages. This slant of sunshine rusts everything into place. Skateboarding the banked loading docks of an industrial park. Pirate radio stations and guitar noise from the coast. Philip K. Dick and Kristin Hayter lost in the aisles of a Thrifty Drug store somewhere in California.