LONELINESS MOTEL
His little hole in the Boston skyline,
one window lined with soot
facing Fenway Park.
In the room overhead,
there was a clarinet
that stalked Stravinsky’s Three Pieces
every evening.
During the day it was mostly quiet,
the crowd on the sidewalks
resembled the spiders in the room,
preying with thick overcoats
to catch the unsuspecting
in a web woven with smog
dimly illuminated with the little light
that penetrated the building alleys,
so dark, he could only shave
with a lamp in his face.
Every morning at 7:30 A.M.,
students clamored on the staircase,
rushing en route to classes
at the universities
and colleges around the corner,
the clarinet player would flush the toilet
then turn on the shower.
Once in a while, a bird
chirped or tweeted, like a bell chime,
so close to his door,
for a moment, he believed
he had a visitor.
Michael Keshigian’s poetry
collection, Eagle’s Perch, was
recently released by Bellowing Ark Press.
Other published books: Wildflowers,
Jazz Face, Warm Summer Memories, Silent
Poems, Seeking Solace, Dwindling Knight, Translucent View. Recently published
in Red River Review, Illya’s Honey, California Quarterly, Boston Literary
Magazine, and Foundling Review, he is a 3- time Pushcart Prize and 2-time Best
Of The Net nominee.
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