late night airport hotel ministry

he really

shouldn't be here

at all.

sprawled across

the weary corporate

furniture.

in this room

with a curtained view

of the off-site

airport parking lot.

thumbing through the gideon

while the escort girl

he'd called

worked her

rental dental best

to get him off

in five minutes

or less.

she'd write it up

as room service,

so he could put the charge

on his american express.

along with the frozen snickers,

chips and gin from the minibar.

after she left at three,

he clicked on the tv

and found the half-hour pitch

he'd done the day before

preaching the gospel

of prosperity.

sow your seed, he plead,

and you'll receive

divine rewards in multifold

(and incidentally

keep your humble servant

well-supplied with head)