A rasping, “hearse” rumbles down the mid- lanes track
The pizza man calls just as I’m out back
Fife-an city nazis screech over their loudspeaker
‘No parking! On the streets here!’
And yet I scored bland pie and collards in the sack.
I must’ve arrived after a ticker tape parade!
Nothing quite says pensive like urban decay
Oh but just a sweet moment before
The trees wept colors spring tit implored
And even same beer soothed the mind in a way.
Photos mine of 24/Parrish Philadelphia and 28/Girard Philadelphia
The hearse sound is the “subway” which did famously wreck- rasping iron wheels on iron track…
Lincoln chicken pizza is bland but reminded me of sals of Thornton Colorado as it was going downhill from great to memorable yesteryear. Pete’s famous pizza can’t make a sandwich for crap go puff offers delivered e cigs and tampons! Beer snacks but not Effing cigs … trot trot trot 😉
I switched bnb’s so I had a place to sleep but it definitely was like ‘crossing the tracks’ to THAT side of town
And it’s a flight of stairs to… yep 30 Minute shower in progress immediate-pee! Another flight we go… and the dog barks at shadows so much for a peaceful puff.