After leaving
Berklee, I roomed with Wally and Dave in the top-floor of a three-flat in
Revere, MA. When my two roommates decided to leave the area, I moved to a tiny efficiency
apartment in Boston’s South End. I paid $275 a month. I should not have left
that apartment. The price was right and the location was perfect. Making an unnecessary
and ill-timed move is a mistake I’ve made over and over and over again.
December Blue
© 1984 Brian
Hutzell
Night in a cold
apartment
Wrapped in a
homemade quilt
Outside the
weather's violence
Inside my coffee,
spilt
The sheepskin rug
needs sweeping
The linoleum
needs it too
Not one for neat
housekeeping
Not one who's
well-to-do.
I live in
downtown Boston
A single
dimly-lit room
Chattering
teeth's percussion
Accompanies my
shivering tune
Lonely in my
discomfort
Wishing I had a
friend
Wishing it was summer
Dreaming of winter’s
end.
Winter's indoor
confinement
Nearly driving me
mad
Feel like I'm on
an island
Lost in a
desolate land
Suffering a
common illness
Bad case of
December Blues
Faces growing
cheerless
As autumn fades
from view
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