Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Warhol's Pittsburgh

Ongoing rumble of dark, past
the snow and delays, decay of roads
and distance; how it falls away
with each view from a window seat.

Funny what you can remember
while the snowfall is still fresh-
that finally a clear Dio on this
static-ridden walkman coincides
with entering Pittsburgh...
Warhol's Pittsburgh
(means I'm closer still.)

But wait, savor that beginning
while there's still time to see it,
before it all flashes by in a series
of row houses built so close
together there doesn't seem room
enough to breathe, let alone paint.

They always said
it was the sameness of it all,
the daily grind of boredom,
the monotony and unchanging
life that launched a legend.

2 comments:

Sherrie said...

Hey Beth.. how do you like being a Philly Filly?
Hope you like it. Be careful. Ok?

Unknown said...

A Philly filly? More like a transplant still... lol. I'll get used to it soon. It's ok so far... I need a job, haha.