Rust Belt Blues

I wrote this poem a number of years ago, after a visit to my hometown in Pennsylvania. Given the state of the economy right now, and the fact that I saw a national news story about a town across the river from where I grew up, I thought it appropriate to the times.



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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 metal yard chairs
Behind backyard wire fences,
Drinking Iron City and playing bocce.
Contained within their kitchens
Their aproned wives hum —
stir, simmer, soothe —
Providers of earthly sustenance.
“No one should leave my house hungry.”
But I have left and returned,
Hungry still.

Poking sticks into sidewalk cracks,
Children line the crumbling curbs.
Grubby, grimy, bickering,
They are ready at an instant
To issue or accept the challenge.
Running downhill until
Lungs and legs give out —
They collapse at the curb, resuming their endless vigil.
My body remembers, doubles over,
Sharing that sensation,
Boredom alternating with breathless intensity.

The local gas station describes my life here —
My relationship with this place — STOP-N-GO.
I pay the clerk in the plexiglass box,
A grade school class mate
Who doesn’t even register my credit card name.
His practiced hand avoids all touch,
Drops the card in mine.
We held hands to NASA launches
In the TV room of our old school
Whose windows now stare like haunted eyes.
Shattered and abandoned,
His eyes, too, are vacant.

I hear peripheral echoes,
Shadows upon shadows.
Hometown.





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Back in the original 23 things, I found a collection of photos of my hometown which I linked to then. Here's a link to the collection:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tags/theghosttownofnewkensington/

It helps explain things.

Thing 4 -- My Hometown

New Kensington Pennsylvania by Joseph Nicholson

I looked for images from my hometown, and found a wonderful photo collection on Flickr. My hometown is an old rust belt town that has become, as the photographer calls it, a ghost town. The images are haunting. I can't link to the particular photo, but I am including a link to the set of pictures of the town. The link is ttp://www.flickr.com/photos/joeinfulleffect/sets/72157600225626992/

It's a sad, but moving testimonial to the impact of an industry leaving a one-industry town.

But, lest you think that the area is only sad, I've attached a photo of one of the near-by state parks, called Kooser State Park. My family spent a great deal of time camping in my childhood, and we spent many weekends at this park. The photo is by 1CraftyLady.