Pittsburgh

Steel city, mad city,

regal Appalachia,

blue collared Gotham,

God's own sniffling,

omnipotent damp,

poets absorbed

by coffee shops,

tomato conglomerate,

condensed Warhol,

expatriated Stein,

a river is a river is a river-

six-Lombardi city,

Hill District of yore,

jazz spilled rhythmically

all the way down Forbes,

old Homestead chimneys,

old as murderic unions,

neighborhood tragedians

awaiting 61abc's and d's,

Carnegie Melloncholy,

pastrami heart,

piled heavenward with fries and slaw,

digest inside this

post-industrial potbelly,

of buxom hills, metal'd sky,

and of you too.

Pittsburgh,

I digest.