I wrote this poem on visit to my hometown about 10 years ago to see my mother.  The  town is working hard to try to recover from economic hard times and its aging demographics.  I wish the city and all its residents the best in this endeavor.  It was a wonderful place to grow up, and I hope it will be again someday.

Rust Belt Blues

Train tracks go in, out.
The rusting fortress of a factory
darkens the sky.

In its shadow
The old Italian men in sleeveless T-shirts
and black lace-up oxfords
Collect in m...

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