tg & the hot 97 hook up
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Truck Route 1 & 9
just before ten,
headed to Jersey City.
Smokestacks below,
Bayonne right -
left lane closed.Why?
Repaving?
New lines?
A fence of orange cones,
bending east,
traffic heavy,
merging difficult.
Then there’s Communipaw.
I think “I hate Communipaw.”
bouncing to a stop,
waiting for the green
(ALWAYS waiting for the green).
Wondering what I’m breathing,
what’s in the air,
what’s burning beneath the Skyway,
what’s seeping into the ground?
Where’s the goddamn light?
Ten minutes -
at least it feels that long,
thinking
“Where the fuck
will I ever find
bags for that vacuum
my father gave me?”
Some kind of self-propelled
piece of crap
with obsolete bags.
Sitting, waiting,
on Truck 1 & 9,
Wondering if the last good century
was the 20th.
And nothing on the radio
I haven’t heard
one million fucking times.
Cassettes:
not this one -
this one.
“Dragged by my feet
through the street
neckbone, headbone”
No, this one:
“Bye-bye sweet Roseanna -
I won’t be home tomorrow.”
WHERE’S THE GODDAMN GREEN?!
GIVE UP THE GREEN, MOTHERFUCKER!
My ammeter, discharging...
why the hell...
HONK
BEEP-BEEP
Son of...
Okay!
Green light,
go.