Earlier today I expressed my, um, less than fond regards for noted musician Michael McDonald. I was then made aware that Mr. McDonald is a fierce Obot, who has taken fan displeasure in speaking out for Pres. Obama. So, in expiation, some of Mr. McDonald’s oeuvre. BUT, only with the Doobie Brothers; I can go a lifetime without listening to “Sweet Freedom” again.
I Keep Forgettin’
Takin’ it to the Streets
It Keeps You Runnin’
One Step Closer
Minute by Minute
by Karl Shapiro
The beauty of manhole covers–what of that?
Like medals struck by a great savage khan,
Like Mayan calendar stones, unliftable, indecipherable,
Not like the old electrum, chased and scored,
Mottoed and sculptured to a turn,
But notched and whelked and pocked and smashed
With the great company names
(Gentle Bethlehem, smiling United States).
This rustproof artifact of my street,
Long after roads are melted away will lie
Sidewise in the grave of the iron-old world,
Bitten at the edges,
Strong with its cryptic American,
Its dated beauty.
Light ’em up, and chat on!