Hastings Street

Hastings Street

They carved an incision straight down your sternum
then poured in the tar and rubber

If the gap was sealed, the mark is visible
a poor man’s plenum

Cadillacs, Lincolns
Impalas, junkers and jalopies
careen down the ‘artery.’

Bluesman picks his dobro
with a delta accent
carrying its own vibrato
after several tours in the furnace

He pries loose the tar and rubber
with piston rod fingers
over vulcanized hands

A city has no secrets.

But here’s the deal:
five will get you ten
then six of one
half dozen of the other
that everyone’s crying foul
now that the phone
is a personal amplifier.

Jeremy Nathan Marks