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Three Rivers
by Terry OlynikRemembering our weekend in Pittsburgh
Thirty years ago this month.
You feckless, bra-less.
Me beguiled. Breathless.
Eating oysters in Station Square.
Noisy, magnetic and crazed.
Dancing in questionable clubs,
Embarrassing flummoxed cabbies.
I still have our room service bill:
One bottle of Chateau Bla-Bla
Red wine -$90
Two orders french fries - $9
Tipping the server fifty-one dollars
We could have so used the next day.
I hear the old steel town
Has changed a lot since then.
I hear you have too.
09/25/2009 Posted on 09/26/2009
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 09/26/09 at 03:41 AM touches the moment, the span. good write. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/26/09 at 06:09 AM I agree, it captures a moment in time well and twists at the end to remind us, moments have a bad habit of changing |
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