Show Poem: October 14, 2016 Pittsburgh, PA @ Station P #poetry 

I am awake with coffe cake
Although pumpkin bread
Is what I wanted

Slow roasting Adams Rib
The dancing boy is helping

Losing your shoes
Finding your mind
Smoke filled rooms
Checking out at noon
The comforts don’t comfort
Like they used to

We slide through miles of blasted rock
Stained with generations of foreign sweat
Our wheels pack the graves
We stand on the shoulders
And soak in the applause
Like we lit the fuse ourselves

Purple flowers by the road
You are not the first person to dance

Cheese curds and root beer floats
Hot sauce and egg rolls I’m tired of
Chasing that pea down the street

There’s so much health
so much beauty
so much rock

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