NIGHT JANITOR

NIGHT JANITOR
Matt Galletta

I’m a
night janitor
carrying
the wrong
set of keys,

pulling my
mop bucket
through some
darkened
office building,

fumbling
and failing
to unlock
any
of these
damn
doors.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

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Posted on October 2, 2012, in Matt Galletta, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Matt’s second poem. It’s my kinda existentialist metaphor.

    Read his first poem, JUST FIX THE FUCKING CAR, by clicking the link:
    https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/just-fix-the-fucking-car/

  2. Matt has a skeptical suspicion that people are human at every job and he makes no bones about it;he’s not Job, just a gentle giant doing the social reality of working for a living. He
    is not a St. Pete hoping for a better place up there or wishing to hold the keys or doors for the salvation army but someone who is part of the human race and thank God for him.

  3. Ain’t we all. A perfect example of a poet giving voice to what some can’t express. Good job; thanks.

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