September 7th, 2009


It was written on Amtrak, but reminds me of riding BART through Oakland...

Blues My Naughty Poetry Taught Me

Sea-fences, industrial wash-ups, slushy tracks
and rickety light: skies so soulfully watercolored
you'd have to be an arts commissioner not to see it.
Seen across the Bay through trees and the undersides
of freeways San Francisco looks lonely at the end
of one bridge and the beginning of another...

Al Young

I don't know if this is the entire poem or not, this is all I can find online.