a place to hang my hat

the first thing I noticed was the dimmed neon sign, then the peeling paint
the gravel crunched under my tires as I
walked up to the joint I saw the seemingly askew front door propped open
by a rock that matched the others lining my path
suddenly an orange sphere rolled out of the door teetering
on the edge of the concrete stoop a wild-eyed thirty-something appeared
and in one motion scooped up the ball and dashed back inside
a cheer arose to meet the return i knew then I was at

...The Right Place;,.