Thursday, January 13, 2022

fly ash blues

everyone was kinda eyeing up
the new kid in the neighborhood

that would be me

in the alley behind our house
soot gathered at the curb
the empty lot beside the school
that had burned down years before
served well for pickup football games

so i showed off my speed


not knowing how to answer
some of the snide remarks
about the 'commanists' that
used to live in the house
we had just moved in to

i don't know how it started
but everyone started calling me benji
after my middle name
since i did play clarinet
and besides
i was a jew

who was happy or sad enough
to run circles
around most of them
across every empty lot
on the 'nor' side
instead of chasing down loose change
to buy another pack of pall malls

winter brought black ash
on white snow
so i had to get into playing pool
to stay warm
pittsburgh after all was nothing
more than a company town
of 1950s slimy politicians
looking for new ways
to urban removal
or 'screw the people'
& wave the flag
all at the same time

so sometimes you just have to
cut out your space
& make the most of a lousy hand
you were never gonna be
another bobby layne or john henry johnson
you were stuck right now
up against the murky rivers
of time
and circumstance
as my dad would always tell me
everything will change
when the time is ripe
and the wind is at your back

--- e b bortz

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