Philly's lost its edge,
the bartender said...
a minute later a
broke out, fists on flesh,
overturned chairs. Not at work!
was all he could say, reluctant to get
between them; a third guy
it up but the
shouting went on
and on. we patrons just smiled
and no one left even though it meant waiting extra long to order
lunch because of this battle in the
kitchen staff civil war.
Philly's changing, Seattle's changing,
changing. the only thing that doesn't change
death--and that's just a guess. does death
for shallow minds as i ambled
bank to PMA,
alone, weightless, whelmed, as tourists
flocked for Rocky
each generation forgets the
one before last. what then?