The Electric City beckons

With its endless promise

Stretched out over miles

Of broken dreams

And boarded windows

Such handsomely filled shoes used to walk these streets

Where the ends once met

So cleanly

Until one day they all became

One way streets out of town

But there's still something there

Concealed beneath the bickering

And the worse than that

And the overwhelming pride

From those who knew and made

What it once was

Still, inexplicably, the electric beckons

Us knowing

"It came from Schenectady"

The fantasy still lives on as Ilium

Providing the basis for insanity

That would follow some to Munich

Or Connecticut

Or the foundation of

listening

uncovering

following

Me

Home