R.I.P. to the Rathole Blues

I remember rippin’ through the Rathole

that yellow tunnel under twenty-two tracks

109th Street’s downtown rumble

with two-way close contact

the roar was muffler reverb

pedestrians could get soaked

a truck once took my sideview

as the exhaust vapors hung like a cloak—

but after seventy-two years of subterranean news

it was Rats In Peace to the Rathole Blues

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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1 Response to R.I.P. to the Rathole Blues

  1. troysherdahl says:

    This is one of four poems chosen for The Poetry Route’s, Voices of Home flight; putting poetry on public transit. It is currently being viewed on two hundred ETS buses for eight weeks, starting Sept. 30th. Now that’s a captured audience!

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