The walls are thin
And whispy white
Wind can be heard blowing
Through them
And shadows cast by daylight
Cement floors with throw rugs
nothing is damp
A small double bed opposite the door
Big enough for only one
The bathroom door moves
Open and shut
Like a heartbeat
When the wind picks up
it's never cold
The roof is tin
Tile and tar
It never drips water
On the floor
There's a counter no table
A hot plate
No stove
Windows look
Westward
Showing a place to go
You can hear the ocean
If you are still
Open the front door
To greet the rising sun
I can see her car pulling up
The hill behind the barn
Back inside to tidy up
I have no flowers
To set out
And no wine
To get drunk
I have this room
Thats enough