Motel Bones

There was not much left to indicate the existence of the Artesia Motel except the bare bones of it's marquee.  Even the paint was so faded that it was difficult to read the name: "Artesia", maybe "Artista"; who knows.  I settled on Artesia.  Beyond the painted name and the arrow pointing to an overgrown hedge, there was not much left of the roadside motel.  The marquee was blown out, nothing but vertical struts now, and the sheltering roof for the check-in was a combination of steel bars and rotting wood slats.  The motel's heyday was long in the past.