At the (an) (uncertainty) American Voice (Woman) (Song by Tom Petty) (Paterson)

There is no shape  
             that the words carve out  
                to match the roar I anticipate  
                   in waiting to hear  

A city a man  
      no more  
 a wilderness of men and (women)  
         a structure  
             structure-less  
   sought where it isn't  
mown  

The only garden  
       a Dunkin Donuts  
never closed   
          always clean   
the young girl behind the counter  
                        who smiles and speaks  
                           in a language   
                               I cannot understand
(and still the women's bathroom is
out of order - something is amiss
in paradise)

Against
   the grass uncut
      as mist falls
   bending
light over
   wrappers and cans
      round beneath the rusted bridge
   where a man hangs
by a cable

There too i think i have an idea
  for a poem
    something to get this voice
      of the moment
to put it down
  to map it out
    when the reality is
      maps litter the backseat
        taken from the center
          where the man speaks a history
            that turns in and over itself
              wrapping me by
         in squares
lines
       and
names
      that
      do
or
  don't

There's no way out of this
place but living
in a roar
of fevered streets
alive in the light
alive in the dark
where
there
never
was
a
poem
to
begin
with

Only a winding NJ turnpike
scattered with ridiculous $0.35 tolls

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