Listening to James Taylor at 40

This is a different kind of degenerate art.

Like pouring an entire beer into your own lap

it settles the blood, and just as you'd never

want to spend the night with a mope

at the Monroeville Mall food court you'd never

mistake Frank O'Hara for Franco Harris.

It's like ordering cocktails under the grand stairs

of the William Penn

or taking the river walk to work

while a boatload of highschoolers

drowns in the Allegheny.

Not as much fun as it should be,

but more fun than you'd think.

-- Kristofer Collins