new jersey

  • The Port Authority

    The bus is a rough way to travel–rough on the tires, rough on the mind. It’s rough on the tired mind. This port has full authority over the hard reality of every departure–every flight–the transient lines, the commutation, the brutal architecture. I am still enamored with any film from the 70s starring Steve McQueen. I’m still amazed by the vintage struggle of every beating wing in the Port Authority.

  • Still New Jersey

    Another New Jersey night raid
    Through the hills of melancholy malls
    Outside the realm of American norms
    Home to the still dreaming tribes

    In a concrete dowry
    Her gift is bestowed
    Upon the Prince of travel
    Still the mystery begs to unravel

    Where is your great continental heart?
    That once pumped with Springsteen blood
    Now a stent is laid that I may pass
    Once again trudging through your mass

  • New Jersey

    New Jersey, where have you been all my life?
    I’m sorry I have only used you.
    For passing through you.
    For this I am truly remorseful.

    Your beauty and marvel are beyond my comprehension.
    I’ve not been worthy of your true Constitutional companionship.

    I kneel in awe and pray you bestow.
    Your blessings upon me once again.
    As I once again pass through on my dull and mortal crusade.
    Blind still to your majestic envelopment.