Weekly Poem: 'Pittsburgh'

In honor of the Steelers' Super Bowl victory, we've gone into the "Poetry Series archive:":http://www.pbs.org/newshour/indepth_coverage/entertainment/poetry/archive.html **Pittsburgh** by "Terrance Hayes":http://www.pbs.org/newshour/indepth_coverage/entertainment/poetry/profiles/poet_hayes.html Pittsburgh is a fat lady jabbering at the bus stop. She mistakes me for someone who gives a damn, For a native son of her gray industrial breast. She blesses her Bucs, her Steelers, Her father, _God rest his soul_, was a Hornets fan. She mistakes me for someone who gives a damn, Her blue scarf twisting like the broad Monongahela, Her blue face lined like a jitney's street map. I'd tell her I'm not from this place: These severed tired neighborhoods, These ruthless winter tantrums, But her long winded stories numb me. She is persistent as snow, as boot slush & Thinsulate, As buses rumbling like giant metallic catepillars. She lights a Marlboro and it means Spring will burn quick and furious as a match, Summer will blaze. When she tells me _No one is a stranger in Pittsburgh_, do I believe her, My frosty fairy foster-Mamma, My stout rambling metaphor?