PITTSBURGH PICK-UP
of gate crashers,
of all time sizzlers
camped out on the free ground
where the 60’s were last rebuilt.
O pathetic children of Pennsylvania:
TELL ME WHERE ROBERTO CLEMENTE IS TO LIBERATE US ALL
SINCE IT RAINS YELLOW
SNOWS IMPOTENT BLIZZARDS OF RED CARPET OZONE DISASTER?
but hey, be polite
stay cool
make nice…
my generation’s forgotten how to modulate without using our voice, inside.
we reside between poles of opposites
wear poetic boots
donate to the beat hub-bub hoboes
loitering around bleached out Lysol disinfected Greyhound bus stations
where toothless queens hustle $2 sleep joints.
say, remember West Virginia pre-med mountain tree hikes?
so much for stolen memories,
recalling walking backwards cowboy and Indian style,
arms tied innocently around our backs?
and Sunday meat stores closed for killing repairs?
no, no one knew then,
oh Cuban Missile Crisis generation,
we were innocent high school students then
dancing to Motown and smoking filter cigarettes,
nobody’s fault…but wait,
bullshit! everybody’s fault,
we were conveniently zombie-dead!
now a decade later
frozen wet dusk February Pennsylvania Turnpike
streaked with fugitives escaping the nicotine cities,
debating these unresolved lost causes,
resolving to continue tip toe unheard.
so i light another Marlboro
and move on
desirous of any road that calls.
yes Pittsburgh,
despite frozen windshield wipers dripping icy tears,
i leave for StL again…
oh gods,
shelter me!
2/26/73
Allegheny Mts, PA