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Nocturnal Colors of Home
Nov. 9th, 2006 08:44 pmForbes to Bouquet to Baker and it's coming together, piece by piece, feeling familiar. I know these intersections, these bridges and overpasses. BonBon rumbles onward.
Hot Metal Bridge is brown even in the darkness, looming solidly above the Monongahela. Crossing, I feel cradled in its strong embrace. Hot Metal was originally built in 1900 to carry 50-ton torpedo cars filled with molten steel; the new pedestrian/bicycle bridge addition is nearing completion.
The Southside Works fluoresces, and I feel nostalgic for an era I never even witnessed - the Pittsburgh of twenty and fifty years ago, when the mills and factories were shrouded in dark clouds of smoke punctuated by bright orange lights.
I roll under the train tracks on 27th street just as a train passes by, headed west, loaded with Hyundai shipping containers. The lights of downtown reflect on the tracks, illuminating a green trail westward. We race as I head right on Josephine towards the slopes.
The skyline is yellow and green as I U-turn and wind up 18th. Mellon Bank and US Steel stand tall and proud.
Cemeteries hide in the darkness. WYEP echoes with folk rock and blues, the perfect soundtrack to a city of abandoned steel factories.
Dairy Queen glows red, Brazier glows yellow and black as I dodge oncoming traffic to turn the last corner towards home.
And now, Tom in the kitchen singing along to the radio.
I am comfortable here, in my home. This city is my home, and tonight I finally feel it in my heart.
I love Pittsburgh!
Hot Metal Bridge is brown even in the darkness, looming solidly above the Monongahela. Crossing, I feel cradled in its strong embrace. Hot Metal was originally built in 1900 to carry 50-ton torpedo cars filled with molten steel; the new pedestrian/bicycle bridge addition is nearing completion.
The Southside Works fluoresces, and I feel nostalgic for an era I never even witnessed - the Pittsburgh of twenty and fifty years ago, when the mills and factories were shrouded in dark clouds of smoke punctuated by bright orange lights.
I roll under the train tracks on 27th street just as a train passes by, headed west, loaded with Hyundai shipping containers. The lights of downtown reflect on the tracks, illuminating a green trail westward. We race as I head right on Josephine towards the slopes.
The skyline is yellow and green as I U-turn and wind up 18th. Mellon Bank and US Steel stand tall and proud.
Cemeteries hide in the darkness. WYEP echoes with folk rock and blues, the perfect soundtrack to a city of abandoned steel factories.
Dairy Queen glows red, Brazier glows yellow and black as I dodge oncoming traffic to turn the last corner towards home.
And now, Tom in the kitchen singing along to the radio.
I am comfortable here, in my home. This city is my home, and tonight I finally feel it in my heart.
I love Pittsburgh!
