the pittsburgh kid
his face is a sewer line
i mean i hate this kid
it seems like every time i go
to the car rental place he’s there
with his dumb smile
and his chipper, go-getter attitude
he’s the american morning made manifest
he’s no cure for a hangover
and he always wants to know where i’m going
i tell him pittsburgh
and his face lights up
pittsburgh, he says
i’m from pittsburgh too
and then there’s this story about how
he’s not really from pittsburgh
but from thirty miles outside of pittsburgh
then we have to have the requisite talk
about how much he misses home
the kid has no facial recognition
that or there’s so many ex-pittsburghers renting cars
that he can’t tell one of us from the other
we’re like members of a fucking cult
me and the pittsburgh kid
two neighborhood boys
done gone and moved to the big city
black and gold bumpkins
stumbling the wilds of brooklyn
i’m going home this weekend too, he says
yeah, gonna kick it in the ‘burgh for a while
good…he’ll be someone else to avoid
while trapped between those three rivers
he’s someone else to avoid here
on another hot and sweltering saturday morning
with his sewer line face
and his ginger buzzcut
his eyes twinkling the corporate creed
asking me
so how do you think them steelers
are going to do this season?
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