and
a transistor radio
from
a third floor pittsburgh walk-up
the
first sound of
like
a rolling stone
in
the summer of 1965
and
then someone like a growling young-old carpenter
blurting
out it's nothing but petty-bourgeois bullshit
which
i strongly and loudly disagreed with
and
by the smile in your eyes
evidently
you disagreed with too
when
your father said you left your heart
in
san francisco but your belongings in pittsburgh
it
seemed to fit well in the conversation
as
we both chuckled
and
the harmonica wailed
--- e b bortz
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