The end of Lonely Street
I am the keeper of Heartbreak Hotel.
Hope just checked out so we have a room.
You’ll be next door to desperation and
down the corridor from depair.
Confidence stayed here once but
jealousy and malice beat him up
after an all-nighter at the bar.
Pride and self-respect
daren’t show their faces here
since anger and disgust
drank them under the table.
You’ll soon settle in.
My name? Fear
I’ll be looking after you
for the foreseeable future.
Elvis would be proud... and a little jealous.
ReplyDeleteA clever poem.
ReplyDeleteCan I ask why you opted not to give capitals to the nouns? The poem seems to demand it.