The Janitor's Face

Yes, in the janitor’s place
The janitor’s face
Is a fallen face,
A compassionate face,
It is furtive and sad
Because it must have
Missed life by inches
By fractions, but we
Have to favor his face
Because we are children
Of tenants acting it up
In his areaways

Large Life is a pushing man,
A gent who sits
Wide-saddled on a stallion
Public in the park
Often referred to
As a spooning place.
There we don’t
Trespass on the janitor
Who keeps unfrocking
His regrets in the basement
And sleeps on his cot
With widow-fancies