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Just South of Natural Bridge, Route 11, Trudy DeWitt

"Just South of Natural Bridge, Route 11, Trudy DeWitt"

 

 

Motel There's a hot water tank rusting away in my side yard, and even the truckers and construction crews have stopped using me now. Once back in the days when there was no vacancy, you happened to pull over, asking if you could maybe stay a while, and somehow, I found room for you. But at some point the brightness knob fell off my tv, the interstate passed me by, and you moved on to the Red Roof up there next to the on-ramp. All that's left of me now are old stories and tired mattresses.