The Mojo Motel

Ken West
2 min readAug 6, 2023

The Mojo Motel

Google told me to go left, but I took a right.

I drove along the old highway, enjoying the lack of traffic.

Soon I was driving along parts unknown.

Google Maps seemed confused. It kept telling me to make a U-turn.

Up ahead was an old motel.

No cars in its parking lot.

I pulled in any way.

A green neon sign in the dusty window said, “Vacancy.”

I parked my car by the front office and went in.

Inside was an old man in a red flannel shirt. He was busy writing something at the desk.

He stopped writing and looked up at me. “Welcome to the Mojo Motel. How can I help you?”

“I need to find my mojo,” I told him.

He smiled. “Well, you’ve come to the right place, my friend. We’ve got plenty of mojo rooms.”

I booked an overnight stay.

My room was sparse but clean. It had a wooden desk and a small bed, nothing else except for the bathroom.

I slept like a log in an old squeaky bed.

When I woke up, I suddenly felt better.

Maybe this place really had some mojo.

I ate at a small diner about a mile away.

But I drove back to the Mojo Motel.

I stayed a week.

I found my mojo.

Image by Kristen Foster from Pixabay

Ken West is the author of Get What You Want, and other books designed to help you find your mojo.