Rusty The Skatemaker
She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago.
When East St. Louis was not far away.
She's lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed.
Skate around and around till night became day.
The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere.
From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
With their hearts all aglow from her icy back-at you stare.
When her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see.
And she told herself that this was enough.
For a girl who was born in an oil-drum.
She had her skate's didn't need lots of stuff.
She didn't need it but still wanted some.
She had one thing that she liked and she kept around
She would take it with her to the waterbed.
As she skated she always she thought of a pretty sound
That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed.
The sound of some breathing another breathe in and out
When some lungs expand and contract like they do.
And she looked at herself in the ice of the river bed and
She saw a girl one which she could see through.
