The Burgh of Bridges
If it Ain’t Heinz, it Ain’t Ketchup!
If it Ain’t Heinz, it Ain’t Ketchup!
As the sunrise shines revealing the dirtied streets
People walk to work listening to their beats
You walk into a coffee shop and order a cup
Of the real strong stuff to get your energy up
The cafes in the area will never compare
To a shallow Starbucks back home so rare
Or even a Dunkin Donuts that’s not so hot
The young kids are outside smoking some pot
Here in the City of Bridges, this great place
Where dreams are alive and work thrown in your face
Cracked sidewalks and steep hills
Next to abandoned buildings never paying their bills
A place where people live closer together
Each house is right next to the other
Tightly compact it’s easy to snap
At your best friend who lives up your crack
The best things to do are all around
Nothing is quite as good as a night on the town
Folks are nicer and friendlier than in New York
Going over for dinner, they serve you some pork
The restaurants so clean, are worth your bucks
All food service is really good including food trucks
They serve the best beer in all of the towns
Right next to a barbershop where you hear the buzzer sounds
If you can manage to meet people so nice
Just like my friend, this guy I know Bryce
Then you’ll be unsatisfied to find
They’re all Penguin fans that are unkind
The place is filled with hipsters so hip
Driving down the roads as they put in some dip
They’re so cool that they don’t even exist
In their time or place, we’re not even on their list
On Sundays, everyone goes to church
Babies and children all scream as the mothers lurch
Then after Father raises the Body as we bend our knees
The fathers and boys check their own fantasy seeds
The game is on so wild with the terrible towel
You eat a dog as your stomach churns in your bowel
The stadium crowd goes wild with enthusiasm
Mild grandmas hold grandkids as they spasm
The parking lot is full of fans of both teams
Watching the game and drinking as they beam
The grills smoke the tender meats
As the fans come together to come and eats
The city has some nice sights
From neon signs that shine with bright lights
The hidden stairs from ancient times
Lead you to places so sour like limes
Hiking is far from being peaceful
They don’t even know how to pave in the leastful
The city with its smog-infested days
Forces you to release from your “normal” ways
The homeless are all on the side
Waving a sign so mild as they want a guide
To travel through life with just a friend
To help them with anything see if you can lend
Abandonment is all they have known
A restless longing hidden in their bone
Struggling to find the truth of the matter
But by addiction, they climb their misery ladder
Murals paint the city walls
Directing our attention to untouched halls
Peace and serenity paint our own souls
To inspire, instruct, and teach the heart’s coals
Meeting friends at a Friday night gig
Warms the heart and clears the mind to dig
Revealing the truth of our motives
To test, to see if our true self gives
And each day as the evening comes
Families all gaze at the sunset of all sums
To enjoy their cold hearts with some lasting peace
To hold on tightly and fill the mind’s increase