Little Blair Blog

“DETROIT IS A MACHINE ( An epilogue to Detroit (While I Was Away) and a poem of munrniog for Blair, Mary Herbeck, and 5’58 Premiyum)” Why do I lament you friend?Maybe I hardly even knew youThough now your all too familiarLike the last meal I had at Tom’s Coney IslandShades of a discarded cut-rate styrofoam meal trayLeft crumpled on a curbUnsettling de9je0 vuThe bus teeters down Schoolcraft rolling over itAnd the wind carries it awayWe were drivenDriven by moreOur routes took usOn separate pathsYou to 9 mile ,I to MackNow and then we’d cross each other meeting backAcquainting each other with old factsIt was summer one hot summerThere you sat at the David Adamany library.I wondered how you could even breatheYou seem so exhausted from this rock’s heatAs sweat beads slid down my browLittle did I know that was the last time I’d see you.A premonition of the end by peradventureThough life carried on I watched you seamlessly succeed at constructing the Manoogian Mansion of your own designA fountainhead risen from the ash heaps of the motor citylike Guyton, like Ross, like Coleman, Ryder, McCoy, Fredericks, Washington ,Lindbergh and Bonds all manufactured from an assembly line of dreamsDetroit built usDetroit is a machine.by Harlan Lovestone