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.
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Image by Kristen Foster from Pixabay
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Ken West is the author of Get What You Want, and other books designed to help you find your mojo. https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ken-West/author/B08VRTB3TW
