Route 7 Review - Page 22

Hotel Brindisi By Jota Boombaba —One Star, 1980 No fun befriending illness on the road scratchy sinus, itchy cough, aches and pains, the runs A fever comes, removes my clothes folds up all my maps and plans Dreams of travel travel back to home romance of discovery subsides I could die here—quiet, unseen, like those who make our beds, rinse our basins clean Tonight, I gargle with some stale Coca-Cola clutch another colon cramp, catch another fire The body always brings me back to now reminders always dripping off my brow Jota Boombaba, when not on the road, writes in and around San Francisco, where he lives and kicks back with his son. Catch him most days at