Barbara F. Lefcowitz

Jukebox by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The special tonight is homebaked Loneliness Pie.
We’ve run out of everything else the waitress says. Sorry.
The jukebox is playing Mendelssohn’s Hebrides Overture.
B-minor music for a dark and solitary place.
Somebody else must be here beside the waitress and me.
In late afternoon light shadows spread like rumors
Behind a person’s back, cutting off the day’s conversation.
Sartre said hell is other people so solitude must be heaven
Without angels. I ask the waitress if she believes
Loneliness is the ultimate freedom. Yes. They can’t take it away
Even if you live in a box. Janis Joplin sings how freedom’s just
another word for nothing…Does anyone think about
the loneliness of fitting room mirrors at 3 a.m.?
They reflect each other’s icy glare.

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