04-11-2013, 07:09 PM
They tore down the bar I used to go to in Cincinnati
Pinned to Cincinnati's asphalt tongue
where pedestrians stipple the concrete
and the old men gather to drink the young
amber whiskey that makes their lives complete.
We speculate in wonder at city
planners' pointillist technique. A chain link
shawl and traffic tape paint the tragedy
of abandonment. So if by chance you think
of escaping downtown's diesel-choked air
or maybe just the shuttlecock traffic
scurrying underneath the neon glare,
take seventy-four West to view her brick
broken shoulders amidst a stack of bones,
not a cairn, just a pile of other stones.
milo
Pinned to Cincinnati's asphalt tongue
where pedestrians stipple the concrete
and the old men gather to drink the young
amber whiskey that makes their lives complete.
We speculate in wonder at city
planners' pointillist technique. A chain link
shawl and traffic tape paint the tragedy
of abandonment. So if by chance you think
of escaping downtown's diesel-choked air
or maybe just the shuttlecock traffic
scurrying underneath the neon glare,
take seventy-four West to view her brick
broken shoulders amidst a stack of bones,
not a cairn, just a pile of other stones.
milo