Black Rock

Not a real place

just an area

of Buffalo

Frigid winters

and hot humid summers

in between beautiful springs and falls

Old Irish and Polish

Lower-middle class

Chevy Plant

Blue-collar

Trap

Work days

Drink nights

a tavern on every corner

No one gets out from under the “Rock”

© Patrick Farrell 1995

This poem was published in the Fall 1994 Bayou Review

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